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  • mariateresa 3d

    When I started sharing my writing publically almost 3 years ago, that was the moment my motto "Triumphing over Trauma" was born. Shining light into darkness, having the courage to be vulnerable by sharing my experience, strength and hope. We do heal, as long as we feel: Maria Teresa, Emotional Musings ��

    #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #mirakee #miraquill #truth #courage #triumphingovertrauma #thisisme #mytruth #authenticself #survivor #empowerment #healing #raiseyourvoice #feelingishealing #human #humanity mystory

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    Triumphing over Trauma

    Inner whispers of mystery speak
    While leaning into feelings so deep
    Observing as they come and go
    Holding onto the belief that with time abundance will grow
    No need to feel shame or worry
    Rainbow aura keeps me shielded when intuition is blurry
    Instincts sharpened by experience, teaches me to carry on
    Passionate heart is the vehicle that drives me towards dawn
    When darkness threatens to shut out the Light
    Ranges of emotions are the waves I surf at night
    "Triumphing over Trauma" as my battle cry
    Accepting this truth becomes my only guide


  • neeraja 1w

    Penniless and broken,
    A man came between his thoughts and desire,
    Unshakeable by his dying hopes,
    He stared at burnt-out stars and half smiling moon,
    Waiting for night to end and sun to shine,
    Alas! The beholder didn't know that was last glowing light of the night

  • broken_glass_words 4w


    Bones breaking under his weight
    Screams muffled by his palm
    Heart shattering from his words
    Eyes showering from the pain
    Arms shaking from pushing uselessly
    All of her hope for freedom ends in vain
    For she would never forget this night
    Never get rid of the feel of his touch
    The scars on her neck
    She would always see the bruises
    Always hear him saying awful things
    Words that would haunt her at night
    Words that would kill her every day
    And she cries knowing
    She'd never be the same

  • broken_glass_words 5w


    The ghost of your touch
    Traces every inch of my body at night
    The ghost of your words
    Fills my ears with painful whispers
    The ghost of your prying eyes
    Watch me even under the blankets
    How could you do this to me?
    How could you leave me with a demon
    That haunts my every second?

  • broken_glass_words 5w


    You gave me sleepless nights
    You caused hopeless fights
    You made me stop believing
    You gave me lose my life
    You caused these nightmares
    You made me hate myself
    Blame myself
    Lose myself
    In these memories

  • broken_glass_words 5w


    Knock me down
    And take my hope with you
    Tear me down
    And destroy my everything
    Rip me up
    And blame it on my clothes
    Crumple my bones
    And fill me with nightmares
    Take my last hopes
    And kill them with a touch
    Leave blood on the leather
    Like you did that day
    And break me apart

  • broken_glass_words 5w


    The disgust in your eyes
    Felt like knives to my soul
    The menace in your glance
    Hit like a storm to my home
    The way you blamed it on me,
    Were disgusted by me,
    Claimed it was all an attention play
    Makes me believe it was my fault
    Was it all my fault?
    Maybe I'll never know.

  • 7secondsauthor 5w

    My Creations

    As of 14 August 2021, I have 23 original songs in 4 languages, 1939 English poems, 5 novels (3 editions of the same story and 2 more books), 1 poetry book, and 1 thesis (on Molecular Cloning, Sequence Characterization and Relative Expression of Bovine Trefoil Factors).
    ©Atul Kaushal

  • czarcasm 7w


    Little doll upon the wall

    Why do you cry our to me

    Silent the tears that speak your anguish

    I can't understand you

    What is it

    This house looked abandoned

    As I approached in the rain

    Dead silent

    But the feeling of something watching me


    I couldn't stand it

    I know it wasn't the doll watching me

    Her eyes were distant

    As if seeing behind the earthly plane

    As if seeing through me

    It made me want to turn and see what was behind me

    Something told me not to

    Something inside me said run

    Don't look back

    I ran

    Busting through the front door

    Into the rain

    The feel of soft soil under the small layer of water

    Almost comforting

    It took all I could just to stand up

    I'd rather wait by the car than try to find a phone in that house


    And nothing could make me step back inside

    For a split second I had seen something

    Behind me in the reflection of glass

    And I didn't like what I had seen

    But the smell of rotten flesh confirmed it

    And I had left all my guns in the car


    I hopped to my feet and turned around

    Grabbing a branch off the ground

    The best way to stop a zombie is to sever the head

    It was sad that they had made it this far out here

    Past the cities


    A virus this strong it was knocking humanity almost out of existence

    We still had no cure

    I embraced to swing as it finally stumbled into sight

    This one had to be three months old

    Skin on their face hanging in spots by sinew that had lost its color

    And in some spots-

    I didn't want to go there

    Each one of these things used to be someone's child

    Someone's mother

    Some people were just lucky that they didn't have to kill their own parents

    After an infection over takes a household

    And your mother begs on her knees for mercy

    Begs for you to kill her so she could be with her husband

    Who had bitten her

    While she was painstakingly turning

    Before my eyes

    She begged me with every last bit of humanity left

    And she mean it

    The turning is enough to kill what humanity is left inside

    I pulled the trigger when she jumped

    No longer human

    My father days past expired

    Followed after

    My sister had died with the virus

    Sometimes it turns you

    Sometimes you just die

    Every organ in your body degrading in mere hours

    She didn't have a chance

    Out of us all only I remained

    The last of my bloodline

    The now dead zombie reminded me of the continuous plague upon this earth

    Everyone has lost someone

    Or even themselves

    It's amazing I'm still whole

    If the remaining survivors only knew

    I'd be a lab rat

    It reminded me of the videos they showed

    At the beginning of the outbreak

    When they were kidnapping anyone assured


    People like me

    People unable to be infected or altered

    But retained the strength of the infected

    I put my powers and humanity to good use

    I stepped back into the thick mud and looked up at the house

    Even if immune you could get a nasty infection from a bite

    Immunity doesn't protect you from onset infection

    Especially when enzymes in their saliva prevented your body from healing

    I was cautious to go into the house

    What if she had a daughter

    A baby

    A husband

    What if she was the last to go

    Such dreaded thoughts entered my mind with every house I passed

    Every time I saw a swing set

    A diamond ring

    A photo

    I didn't know how long I had left on this cursed planet

    But I would fight with every breath

    To rid this world of the Undead

    Until I am dead


  • myspilledink 7w

    Tranquil Ray

    Tearing the fabric she drape
    You bruised her soul when rape
    Comporting worst than an ape

    Now upon every touch she flinch
    After the traumatic incident on linch
    That broke her entirely inch by inch.

    You think harmonizing her to convict shall amend?
    Cure her scars and do her some mend?
    You are pushing her towards an end.

    To Heal her pieces shattered apart
    Hold her hands allow her to take part
    In every of the festive and every art

    Let her feel your compassionate spray
    Like the results of the psalms she pray
    In judgemental space, be her tranquil ray.

  • vidhya_writes 12w

    I am not a sufferer, I am a survivor and there is nothing to smash my stability.

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 12w


    A phase of life where humans are being tested together,
    Be they of any religion, state, nationality or age no matter,
    We are all sinners, we ought to suffer as we've wronged a lot,
    On humanity, humans themselves have been the darkest blot.

    Our crimes have saturated to the extent, heavens rebuked,
    Earth couldn't bury within it's chest any more, it puked,
    Thus the noose of viruses hung from above to strangulate,
    To withdraw all at once, to wipe off clean, to evacuate.

    The wheel chairs of diseases have been accelerating,
    To push us into the deep sea of death, waves escalating,
    The hunters of speechless, murderers of greenery,
    Molesters of nature, joined hands now plea for mercy.

    Thus, their stethoscope pulled back the wheelchair of the deadly pandemic,
    U - Turn from the cliff of death, they have lent us the luxury of breathing again,
    The pressure to save lives with limited resources rendering them anaemic,
    But our ungratefulness and stupidity is causing their efforts to drain in vain.

    We can’t bear the suffocation due to a small piece of fabric on our face,
    And they sweat in their Pp equipments working faster than a clock's pace,
    Ignorant and mean us, only focus on their lavish life style and fat packages,
    Not on how they've wound around their scars the shroud of responsibilities as bandages.

    Re - writing the fate of humans with their tools and equipments, to rescue,
    Converting the apocalypse into semi -colon, the tales of human hood to continue,
    Playing with the buttons of ventilator, like a musician fidgets with his piano's key,
    They sing the chimes of life silencing the requiem, scissoring their own right to safety.



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  • dee_kye 12w

    The wheelchair

    As the wheelchair,
    made its stroll,
    glares imprisoned her,
    profound pain, burnt ablaze,
    vivid shame shimmered sublime,
    the hospital, a wicked world,
    to outlive a life,
    was to die a thousand times.


  • taytay_nicole424 13w

    I'm nothing more than a mere painting
    Tarnished by your touch
    You took all these beautiful colors I once harbored
    Splattered them across my canvas
    Ruining the once beauty and brightness of my soul
    Now when I look at this art I call my body
    I see nothing more than the scarring smears you left behind
    Forever taunting me
    Always reminding me that my purity was never truly mine to hold

    #rape #feels #metoo #sexualassault #victim #survivor #warrior #struggling #drowning #deep #dark #cruel #art #depressed #ptsd #writer #poetry #poem #poet #mirakee #miraquill #writersnetwork @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    When I look at this art I call my body
    I see nothing more than the scarring smears you left behind

  • taytay_nicole424 13w

    Tales of a Survivor

    Why is it considered such a taboo when we speak of the monsters playing tag in our minds
    When we express our concerns about the boogieman that seems to be around every street corner
    When we write about the prince phillips of the brother's grimm tale who stole from sleeping beauty that of which she may never get back

    Why are we considered the villains, the liars once we muster enough courage to tell our dark tale
    Once we out your brother, your lover, your friend of the rapist he truly is
    Once we remove the tape placed on our lips by him in hopes to keep us forever silenced

    Well I'm done being a victim to my trauma, to the pain
    I've found my wings, my courage and I will let them both shine
    And noone not even him may ever take my words away from me again

  • devilfish 14w

    Lady With The Pink Umbrella

    Lady with the pink umbrella
    You look so lost
    On this dark day

    Lady with the pink umbrella
    The skies are painted grey
    I saw the face of sullen countenance
    she conveyed

    Lady with the pink umbrella
    Could it be we feel the same?

  • devilfish 14w

    Circles Of Ash

    A ring of love
    Burned to circles of ash
    As if a dove could stand
    The cigarettes and all the

    A ring of love
    I no longer respond to
    A touch without thinking of abuse
    I try to interpret and it's been fused

    I try to undo what I can
    But, I can only carry myself
    If I can come to my feet and stand
    Without any help then I will be able
    I envy the constant state of stable that even a blind man can see he's veered off the path
    B L A C K

    A sweeping band of rain
    Torrential as it's pouring in vain
    Clutch has shook me
    And rattled me
    An onyx seductive black

  • abikaleesther 15w


    She's a beautiful,
    A strong standing structure.
    Magnificent, bold
    Attracting people of all races,
    A wonderful sight to behold.

    Then came the war, trouble, turbulence.
    They fled, leaving her behind
    Cannon balls, rifles and pistols drill holes in her.
    Cries of defeat and clouds of smoke fills the air.
    Parts of her crumbled, some stood proud to survive.

    Years passed, after she was abandoned,
    But still stood, though parts of her crumbled.
    People of all races still came for her, to study her history.
    To tell their children to come about the crumbled but Still tall and proud structure.


  • thedeadink 15w

    Here she, refers to the image in the mirror, which reflects back contradictions on some days!
    @mirakee @writersnetwork #suddenscribble #assumptions #dream #survivor

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    I see how this world is a little unfair,
    dreams to cross the sky!
    She said, gulp a bit of this,
    it isn't the random red wine.
    Detailed intensity of a ever growing story,
    or a candle with no fury,
    She said, stop creating vaccum chambers,
    expect no one to hold you at overwhelming hangovers!
    It was a silent afternoon,
    & I couldn't get over the energy.
    She said, something about you is too fulfilling,
    & you shouldn't take yourself too seriously.
    I saw those boundaries, down there,
    they told me a few of this dreams, just kill them.
    She said, you are a survivor,
    how could you build a non rational therapy.
    I pre assumed my destiny & acted like any other layman!
    A gift of tranquility or a little piece of vulnerability!
    She said & people like you standup with their shoulder's high,
    They dont overwhelmingly pre assume & then start to sigh!
    I looked at the sky for a minute,
    breathing in a non existential reality, is just not my pursuit!

  • thequietgirl 16w

    Become a survivor,

    Not a casualty .

    Become a blessing,

    Not a burden .