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Trust
Plagued by questions that have no answer; A search for truth, pulling us under. Futile flailing only muddies the water. Caught in a current, nothing to hold on to. Tossed and turned in the torrent of life. Bruised and battered, struggling to survive. Glimmers of hope, a will to thrive. Trusting the process, could you…
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My Patchwork Heart
Sewing the pieces of my heart back together, with surgical precision, a delicate endeavour. Sensing the guidance of spirits and elders; a work of love, for sons and daughters. Each piece a moment frozen in time. Memories of childhood, my sisters hands in mine. Joy of birth. Fast forward. Rewind. Holding my mothers hand as…
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Nothingness
Feeling nothing – not upset or annoyed. Subsiding into numbness, all-consuming void. Nothing to say, no words to soothe. Mind, a blank, muffles the truth. Being nothing – remaining inert because doing anything takes too much effort. Drifting in nothingness here to stay where nothing can reach me now go away
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What happened?
Do you want to hear What happened to me? Are you prepared for brutal honesty? Skeletons in the closet, risking transparency. Revealing myself now terrifies me. Have I forgiven them? so important to you; And fears for my mother, Did he hit her too? Your conflicted emotions? not my responsibility. Holding myself takes all my…
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Holding
Holding tightly, tensed emotions; Feeling unsafe, fearing exposure. Hold it all in, invisible chains; muscle memories, bound in shame. Holding others at arms distance; Don’t come close. Fight inner resistance. Hold it together, can’t fall apart. No reprieve, constricts the heart. Hold your tongue. Silence your voice. Stagnant secrets, costly choice. Holding back, quietly reserved.…
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Moving Towards Wholeness
Legacy of trauma, the body keeps the score; Waking and sleeping, fearing next footfall. So I move my body, tender feelings break open, strength to surrender, release raw emotion. Legacy of trauma, banged into my head; Destroys peace of mind, an ever present dread. Buried in books, immersed in learning; Through understanding comes love, education…
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One Hour
There’ll be light rain for the next hour. Not a heavy down pour, just a light shower. Enough to freshen for sorrows to clear To wash away burdens warm sun to appear. Breathe! Create space for dreams of the future A pause with potential allows magic to occur. Use the time wisely opportunity to empower…
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Slow
Slowing down to start the day; Relinquishing fake urgency. Opening to possibility, in tender self discovery. Moving slowly, with intention, Recognizing invitations As openings to transformation. Step forward with anticipation. Slow awareness, soft emergence, Compassionate cries of resonance. Sweetest agony of transcendence in the million mundane moments.
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Me and you
I versus me. Much more than you see. Yet you know me intimately. You and I. As time goes byIntertwine inseparably. Me and you. As Individuals. You can only be you. I can only be me. I see you. Do you see me?
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In Celebration of Dissociation
Claiming the power of dissociation; of not being present to soulless violation. Drawing fresh strength from recognition that innocence remains, intact and unbroken. Shamed for an absence perceived as abandonment; Forgiving myself, despite others judgement. Accepting raw scars still inviolably innocent. Taking only what’s mine, the remainder their punishment.
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