your own truth can drive you mad
I am a poetess a prowess, a lioness ripping through emotions a shark in an ocean of sadness and incapable expression.
I am a behavior watcher. I listen to words, and then I sit back and deeply observe the individual’s behavior.
I Fasted For 2 Days. Here’s What Happened.
Art and photography therapy are great outlets for trauma survivors.
I am a child, maybe around eight or nine years of age. I am in a large house with at least three stories and a basement. I am in the basement with many other children. We are moving large objects, too heavy for our small bodies to be moving on a consistent basis. I can't … Continue reading The Tired Children
Some day I want to walk in And there you sit Candles lit Silence Some day I want to walk in To the smell of your cooking; Turn my head to Catch you looking Gazing Amazing Some day I want to walk in Strip to nothing Spend hours in your sin Breathing Being Who are … Continue reading Some Day I Want to Walk In
I am back in my high school town. Although there are no beaches in Martin, TN, I am perched, legs crossed, in front of one. This small beach boasts crystal clear, soft blue water rolling in with a slow, tender tide. I am sitting in an ancient stone colosseum. It is as if it was … Continue reading Ants At the Symphony
If my mother were alive, and you were to ask her if she allowed her children to be abused or if she abused her children, her answer would most likely be (with Bible in hand), "Absolutely NOT!" She would then most likely go on to tell you what difficult children my siblings and I were … Continue reading Child Abusers Rarely Take Ownership of Their Crimes
This video of "Sea Angel" is an audio poem from my poetry book and accompanying spoken word cd, "Dusted Shelves", which I published in 2011. This particular poem was written during a time when I was deeply depressed. I was in the cusp of writing out childhood trauma in "Cult Child", my memoir. I listen … Continue reading Sea Angel