Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Nighttime Haunts the Muscles
Tag: memories
It Starts Inside
We trauma survivors can have a little habit. Avoidance. I know. I’ve been there. For many years I burrowed myself into every other person and/or project that distracted my mind away from myself. I was so frightened by what I had to face in myself; the pain, the anger, the memories of a tortured childhood, … Continue reading It Starts Inside
Healing Yourself Heals the World
I used to harbor a lot of hate toward my mother. Let me tell you something. Hate only hurts yourself and others. It is not a shield. It comes with no solutions. It is fueled by anger and should only be felt righteously; such as HATING child rapists. In my mind the only perspective I … Continue reading Healing Yourself Heals the World
Skeletons Remain
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
We Are Your Resurrection
We are not mercy. We are strength. We are not bitterness. We are valiance.
Swaddle Your Heart
Child, they said, this hurts me
More than it hurts you. No.
Plasma and Jasmine
Not everything on this terrain
Is born and grown the same.
Redirection
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
The Day I Disappeared
Click to Listen to the Spoken Version: https://anchor.fm/e/99f7a0?at=2202210 The day I disappeared and Became invisible Was the moment I became invincible. I got lost inside The existence of my absence. I lost my laughter, Which had Trickled in moments Of hopelessness, So I could feel and Deal with the real. I disappeared and It brought … Continue reading The Day I Disappeared
Little House in the Big Woods
With no electricity or running water as a child, I read books until the candles wax was burned down.
Underneath
Underneath the energy
Called skin I
Am weighted, a
Reinvented spawn of
Seeds processed through
Universal time.
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