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Summary

Thank the creatorFor this nice day,The sun andThe moon uniting until the summer solsticeAnd before winter. I will be for ever grateful to be alive,To see the thaw happen. Winter was cruel but profitableBut that were it ends. Now I can see the sun, PolarisAnd the stars equal Now let’s go to dragon moonSoon I must look deep into my selfSee the flaws if my behaviour before the thraw is over. I want to still see the starsBut alas the thaw is underway.

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Ongoing
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2
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Age Rating
18+

Author notes

before I start writing poetry, I must tell you a bit about my self and my psychological background and even just me in general. First of I am Elena Melanson, I am mixed race human female with (a little black, Arab, Persian and central Asian with white ad mixtures too and south Asian). I identify as female since birth and I also have an iq of 196 which as also brought be a lot more problems in life especially in a school system that did not recognize gifted students. I also find that life was not very easy on me period, though I had loving adoptive parent this did not prevent me from having PTSD or worse, C-PTSD which has seventeen more symptoms that the normal ptsd. I will not get into what screwed me up. Though it involved being the victim of terrorism, war, bullying (school), racism, SA and even losing my beloved parents.

as far as the SA was concerned it was my idiot brother who had a one thing on his mind and that was it. He threatened me with death and made it very difficult to live for the past few years, my parents deaths just added to this. I like Robert Young Pelton (world’s most dangerous places book) would have survived everything and anything. Though I wanted to end my life many times i am glad I did not do so, but there is the odd day which likes to challenge me. I would have gone to university or college and lived a happy life though fate has some strange plan for me.

My introduction to poetry would not be from fucking school but from the Islamic poetry book that I found in my friends’ house whilst waiting some gauged earrings to start gauging my ears. This, body art was also why I am still alive.

so i don’t have therapy that most people would have but I look back on the Islamic poetry book and I still write poetry from time to time which I would soon see that there are glimmers in a world of pure evil.

writing is such a cathartic experience to do when you don’t have to go to school at all (I made it through high school and I graduated with honours because of my neurodivergence (neurospiciness)). I am very blessed in my abilities though some people would say that they “a disorder,” to some people! I hope this would help some one or even inspire someone who has had trauma or multiple traumas to write and create instead of being a Borden on society….. i wanted to write since hear Ian Fleming’s story with “trauma!” And I would start this healing journey that involves, writing, reading, crystals (not meth) and my meds. Though the last one I am not to fussy about.

~Elena

ps. Though the title seems eerie that being said it will be very happy too

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