A poem about gaslighting and recovery

Photo by visnu deva on Unsplash

Every day was hell,
a private hell,
as people you
had stood behind
held back,

when it came to standing up for you.

Every self-doubt raised,
every scab scraped raw until it bled.
Too hard to comprehend –
and yet you did
and yet you do.

Holding onto truth
becomes the…

Narcissus at the spring — Jan Roos, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

antoinette nevitt

scientist-poet at large

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