Words for the Wounded: Pain into Poems

By H. Dixon

This book revolves around trauma (specifically childhood trauma) and its impact on health, well-being, and self-esteem. It goes in depth about the emotions brought up as a result of trauma and the journey of recovering from the trauma through poetry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Apr 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543489354

H. Dixon

At 10: The start of traumatic experiences, repression, depression and disordered eating patterns. At 17: Memories came flooding back. I became physically ill and also developed symptoms of a mood disorder. At 18: I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue syndrome. At 21: I moved out, away from family. At 22: I was diagnosed as having Borderline Personality Disorder and began treatment for this.

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Copyright © 2018 by H. Dixon.

Library of Congress Control Number:  2018903846

ISBN:   Hardcover   978-1-5434-8933-0

              Softcover     978-1-5434-8934-7

              eBook          978-1-5434-8935-4

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Rev. date: 04/03/2018

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Contents

Trigger warnings

Sexual abuse

Emotional abuse

Neglect

Suicidal ideation

Self-harm

Violence/intimidation

Disordered eating

Trauma

Arsonist

Repression resurrection

Home sweet home

Snow globe

Three out of four

Family album

Dreams

Strange

Gun

Nostalgia

Sneak attack triggers

Flower bud

The floor

Reaction

Suitcase of secrets

There’s no such thing as a bad victim

How come … ?

In a different life

You cut the atmosphere with a knife, and I bleed in the process

Falling

Child

The truth about trauma

Healing is hearing what you have to say

Therapy

Depersonalisation

Blank canvas

Amateur hour

Permanent marker

Faces and feelings

I’m a mess

Brown

Mirror mirage

Dissociation

Switch

Rough sketch

Squatter

Off I go again

In a bubble

Depression

A vacant expression

Responsibilities

Garden

The ongoing joke

Sleep

Emotional output

Plague

Blizzard

Meteorological issues

Sense of foreshortened future

Borderline personality disorder

Extremes, or so it seems

Hope

Details

Unfiltered

Opposites

Two people

Juxtaposition

Extreme emotional states

Meltdown

Warning

I can’t breathe

Shutdown

Self-destructive

Bars

The big S

Don’t take the plunge

Loud

Chronic illness

Walls

Human experience

Haunting hostility

Invisible

Colours

Doors

Error message

Broken body for a home

My body’s a bully

Sleep feels different now

Two terrors

Self-image and self-discovery

Scared to love

Cling film girl

Interesting

Control

Dreams of being Barbie

Sand paper personality

Comparison blues

Viewpoint

Buzz buzz buzz

I’m a rock

Asexual

Not any less

No limits

First found family

Image and Illness

Playground politics

Trigger warnings

Sexual abuse

Arsonist

¾

Nostalgia

Control

Dreams of being Barbie

Emotional abuse

¾

Reaction

You cut the atmosphere with a knife, and I bleed in the process

Neglect

¾

Floor

Suicidal ideation

A vacant expression

Sleep

Juxtaposition

Warning

The big S

Don’t take the plunge

Loud

Self-harm

Meltdown

Bars

Violence/intimidation

Gun

Invisible

Disordered eating

¾

Control

Image and illness

Trauma

Arsonist

Interconnecting pathways in my city of sadness

Direct routes from memories to madness

Dark alleyways of my mind where your fingers graze my skin

Where it all begins

Your pupils dilate, and you violate

All I can see are rain clouds engulfing the sky

I don’t understand why

A child lost in the pouring rain

Never to be the same

Their youth burst into flames

The arsonist walks away, smiling, no care

While I take years to rebuild and repair