Tag: courage
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Before

Before I knew that the sky was blue I imagined it to be grey; Kept curtains closed to never expose myself to a dismal day. Hid out of sight eyes shut tight, I wished the hours away, To never face the endless race, to keep my fears at bay. Still, as time passed, with courage…
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At a loss

It’s a terrible feeling to lose a sibling, as if part of my being has ceased existing. A bittersweet agony I wouldn’t recommend, piercing far deeper than losing a friend. A part of my heart feels lost without them, refusing to believe I’ll never see them again. Yearning for just one more conversation, to ease…
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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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One Step

Keep going, move forward one step at a time, Knowing you’ve got this, not falling behind. See twists and turns in the grand design. Trusting the process, take one step at a time. On the road less travelled, steeper steps, hard to climb. Every inch counts as progress, human race, no finish line. Breathtaking views…
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Ode to Trauma

My childhood was a minefield, mind where you tread. Buried bombs keep alive, old stories I forget. Waiting for the next footfall, triggering regret. What’s music to you, fills me with dread. Fighting inner battles, casualty count unknown. Narcissistic neglect, no one there to atone For Abandonment. Abuse. The words hit home, Piercing shame in…
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Reconciliation

I’m done with holding this anger and pain; It’s sucking me dry, exhausting to maintain inner levels of fury, outer facade of calm; reaching critical mass, causing me harm. And yet … I keep holding it up for all to see. Claiming moral high ground, seeking sympathy. Loosing sight of meaning, muddled up in my…
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Neglect

No hallmark of neglect, just an absence that smothers us. Invisible scars that taint every part of us. Musty scent of shame, a second skin to us. Parents incapable of unconditional love for us. A home lacking love, no boundaries to hold us. Parentified children, believed what was told to us. All our own fault,…
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Feeling my feelings

Catch myself hiding, am I really okay? Notice emotions, too scared to say. Fear of my feelings holds them at bay; denigrate and deny, wish they’d all go away. When talking with people, put the focus on them. Avoid facing emotions, ignoring overwhelm. Unfamiliar feelings, inability to name. Keep forcing down, compartmentalize shame. Avoidance and…

