Tag: truth
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Silenced
You took the words from my mouth. Fear strangled my cries. I wanted to hide, But you exposed me.
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Memories
Some say that Memories Are what Dreams Are made of. If it’s true Then now I understand Why I have Nightmares. 🌻
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Out of my Head
Working my way back into the body … Time decluttering, Outward and in. Patience, slow down, As I learn and evolve. With Intention to heal Lifetimes of trauma, And Purpose to awaken For offspring to come. Curiosity to uncover the truth of my past. Courage to face my fears of the future. Compassion and Care,…
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I Will …
take up space, stand my ground, uncover my truth, no part denied. embrace expansion, a higher vibration. resonance, curiosity, delight manifesting. head held high, courageous, unflinching, meet the world eye to eye. embody healing. 🌻
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Happy birthday Mother
Another year passes, her memory preserved. Her birthday indelibly etched in my heart. The hours pass slowly. More questions than answers. Did she know? Where was she? How to hold the dichotomy? No tears of longing, only sadness, despair. Why cry for a mother who was never there? 🌻
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What happened?
As a child of abuse I’m still trying to find Who I am Outside the walls Of dysfunction. As a child of abuse I live in survival. Fear every shoe fall. What’s round the next corner? As a child of abuse, Restrained, arms distance. Vulnerability, too risky. Tears? Laughter? Unsafe. As a survivor of abuse,…
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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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Existence
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Change? Growth? Perspective?
Had I written this post over 10 years ago, I probably would have said that my childhood was a happy one. I grew up in the country, surrounded by nature, and spent much of my time playing outside with my sisters. Had I written this post 5 years ago, I might have mentioned that mum…
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In the beginning …
I was born in the year of the ox; Sun sign Aquarius, moon sign Virgo with Gemini ascendant. I was a ‘good’ baby. Third child, although the baby before me didn’t get to breathe oxygen and walk this earth. They were destined for the heavens. 🧡 My sister, I’ll call her J, was a happy…
To The Core 