Tag: poet
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Lullaby of Unsafety
Unsafe. Feel the ground shifting. Unsafe, attacked from all sides. Unsafe, heartbeat pounding, primal trigger, fight or flight to survive. Unsafe. Angry bomb ticking. Unsafe, primal alert. Unsafe, ears are ringing, body-bound senses hyper-vigilance. Unsafe. Pendulum swinging. Unsafe, unknown terrain. Unsafe, words are fleeing, protectively silenced, frozen in shame. Unsafe but defences are holding. Faint…
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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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Things I wish weren’t true
A family fractured beyond repair – unimaginable loss shocks to the core. Unenviable position to be sole heir perched on a knife edge between hope and despair
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Nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say. If I keep doing nothing it may stay that way. Consumed by nothingness, stretching endlessly. If only I could feel nothing.
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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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Dear Sister
I’m listening … please speak to me. I wish you’d been frank, spoken openly. I saw pain on your face, you were clearly angry. Holding all of this must have been torture. Is there anything more I could have done for you? I shared your pain, it’s my truth too. I can’t change the past,…
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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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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…
To The Core 