Tag: survivor
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Shadows
Afraid of the darkness? What’s lurking behind, beyond and beneath; out of sight, out of mind? Would you welcome the light? ever so gently, at first. No sudden explosions or frightening outbursts. Imprisoned in the shadows, loud clock marking time. Terrified to step forward, to let your light shine. Could you release the lock, crack…
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Surrender
Am I strong enough to surrender, Knowing what I resist will persist? Embrace the overwhelming fear that I might cease to exist. What if I’m strong enough to surrender, Wholeheartedly embrace the grief? Let it move through me, knowing on the other side lies peace. My inner child surrendered, Let me hold her 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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Outer-Inner
Scared little girl, fear beyond words, seeks refuge in a place only thoughts are heard. Untouchable, deep inner realm. Unspeakable. Untold outer harm. Silent little girl, not present as witness to shame-filled violation, adult madness. Pure inner knowing, fuels outer calmness. Indestructible. So much bigger than this.
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Game face
Get your game face on, don’t leave without it. Like a second skin, smile fixed in place. Rest your game face, When no one is looking. Fakeness is exhausting, the cost of a lie. Put your game face on, can’t cope without it. Mask painful thoughts, too hard to share. Keep your game face on,…
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Keeper of the Key
Brave little girl, sits still on the couch. Hears arguments and cries, Dad’s angry voice, Mum’s distant distress, amplified by the baby. Dad locks the bedroom door, hands her the key. Brave little girl, sits with the key. Hears mums cries mixed with baby’s. Frozen in place, holding the key. Too scared to move, until…
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Mothers Day
A difficult day for some who painfully hold A different version of mother not the story we’re told. Not always a comfort, or an ear to listen, even hugs can be used for manipulation. Not every mother becomes like a friend, Someone to turn to, on whom you depend. Some simply struggle to care for…
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Surrender
Drop into the body, move through the freeze. Let the rhythm take you to find release. Does the body move energy? The mind thinks it knows. Let energy move, the body swept up in the flow. Expand past the body, as one with spirit. Above and beyond, the skies the limit. Breathe in compassion, the…
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Not-Shame
Gaining perspective, reveals raw edges. Twists and tangles, seen from new angles. Up close and personal, huge rôle reversal. Afraid of finality, too much reality. Swimming in a sea of fear and misery, Impossible to name so drenched in shame. Release the old story, Protection illusory. Could a glimpse of ‘not-shame’ be sufficient to change?
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Weight of Silence
There’s things I can’t say in polite conversation. Holding back truth prolongs separation. But the risks of naming are all too clear, So I hold it all in and live with the fear. There’s things I don’t say for fear of judgement. What will they think if I disclose my resentment. They had it so…
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