Tag: hsp
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Just Breathe
My head’s in a muddle, My mind is a mess. Too hard to stay focused. Again, I digress. Still skirting around, Avoidance my mission, The abyss that is lurking At the edge of my vision. Don’t shut your eyes. Keep focus ahead. Don’t freeze, keep going. Move forward instead. Allow space to breathe. The mind…
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It’s my party …
Seated at campfire, Flames leaping, high. Excuse me while I hug My bottle of wine. Sing, rousing chorus. Parts harmonize. Bitter-sweet melody draws tears from my eyes. Wine-soaked, glass empty. Numbness, relief?Unanswerable questions. No end to this grief. 🌻
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Two parts
** Trigger warning ** This poem is about trans generational (physical, emotional and sexual) trauma and abuse Two exiled parts buried, Thrust down so deep. I knew all along. That’s why no sleep. Peace of mind eluded me. How could it not? When I had denied myself and forgot. Two protective parts of me, both…
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Riches Inside
Go seeking, Discover Riches inside. Glorious, Plentiful Riches inside. Hand on heart, Treasuring Riches inside.
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Decluttering
Letting go … One thing at a time. Pace yourself. Give away … Physical clutter. Less is more. Releasing … Limiting beliefs. Free to be. Surrender … You are where you are Meant to be. Just breathe … Transformational. Feel at one. 🌻 Happy Thanksgiving! Today I am grateful to have my dear, patient husband…
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I find speaking to you terrifying
I find speaking to you terrifying, Because my fear of abandonment Looms menacingly over me. My neck on the guillotine. I find speaking to you terrifying, ‘Cause I find your anger triggering. If I fail to show up perfectly, I might trigger your wrath. I find speaking to you terrifying. One wrong word and I’d…
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Happy Families
As if the first arrow wasn’t deep enough, It’s the second arrow that pierces to my core. I know I am highly sensitive. But there’s no need to throw that in my face, as if there’s something wrong with me. Your words hurt. But my rumination, Overthinking, Doubting myself, Questioning myself, Hating myself, Taking everything…
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Free to be me
Why am I so hard on myself? I beat myself up so much. Inner dialogue – my harshest critic. Protect me, keep me small, Keep me safe within invisible walls, Of fear. How to feel safety in my body? How to calm the anxious mind? How to find freedom? To live, To love, To laugh.…
To The Core 