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.
“How do you balance everything you want to do and keep your head together?”
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
Child abuse survivors understand other child abuse survivors. We joke about off color things. We find the macabre fascinating and nerd out on unexpected subjects.
How does Dissociation work? Is it okay to Dissociate? What happens during Dissociation? So many questions are posed toward the phenomena of trauma Dissociation.
by Vennie Kocsis I don't quite understand these constant holidays, dedicated to moms and dads and bunnies and love. I see them as marketing scams, a way to boost economy almost every month, by throwing in a Holiday. But hey, maybe I'm bitter. On these days I am reminded of my absent mother. See, not … Continue reading Motherless On Mother’s Day
There are people who learn to trust the streets. I think of their lives, how they have made darkness their day and daylight their night so they can stay alive. Where is the safe space when the alleys are teeming with the unloved at night, ravaged by the anger in their souls, screaming out their … Continue reading Around My City She Sleeps
Writing cleanses the soul, and you don't have to be a writer to do it.