Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Red is the blood dancing through me and orange is my sunset.
Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
Sexual abuse, trauma; Leaves physical scars Too deep to ever leave.
I am a poetess a prowess, a lioness ripping through emotions a shark in an ocean of sadness and incapable expression.
So much they don’t know, like: How I do numeric license plate Reduction to get through traffic; How I count my breaths In grocery store lines to Stay in control of an Agoraphobic mind, or How my ear buzzes when Sound is too loud, and I cannot hear my own volume So my voice elevates … Continue reading When Sorrow Comes Home
I have dissected new sections of pain which remain in the hidden spaces of my brain.
Skeletons remain in the spaces beneath the pain. My brain becomes a seismograph of moving timelines and opportunities to rewind. I enter the dark caverns armed. This is no place for charm or niceties. This is a war to be fought by a single army. I am one with what was formed. I go quiet … Continue reading Skeletons Remain
With Un-Shattered Minds We Will Rewind
I spent the last couple of evenings sifting through CDs of writing going back almost 15 years. This poem was written in 2005. It really took me back to the cusp of my pain. In those days when I felt deeply haunted, poetry was my soul's literary life saver. Do You Want To Know Why … Continue reading Do You Want To Know Why I Won’t Let You Get Close? Circa 2005