I danced as a child
I loved as a child
I laughed as a child
I loved as a child
I laughed as a child
Now as an adult
I am dominated by the fear
I learned as a child
Photographically Inspired Writing
Tag: abuse
A Part of Myself
I put a part of myself
A deepest part
Up on a wall
For any and all to see
A deepest part
Up on a wall
For any and all to see
Ambivalence
Trepidation
Uncertainty
Too much?
Too dark?
Too bleak?
For a bistro?
Until a voice says
“That is me, up there
On your wall.”
Unbroken
In the shadows
On the periphery
Core hidden away
On the periphery
Core hidden away
I observe the violence
The hurt
The suffering
Detached
Feeling nothing
To feel would be
To shatter
So strong because
So fragile
Yet I Remain
Left behind
As if detritus
Like pilings
Rising from
The ocean depths
Stripped of the planks
Which gave them cause
Still, pretty they
Beneath their grey torment
So to offer
Weathered wise remark
As if detritus
Like pilings
Rising from
The ocean depths
Stripped of the planks
Which gave them cause
Still, pretty they
Beneath their grey torment
So to offer
Weathered wise remark
Reach for the sky
Stand proud
And straight
Find new intent
If naught for aught
But to be seen
Standing here
Survivor still
Where some may fail
Yet I remain
The Retreat
She retreated
Not because the waves
Had come perilously close
Nor because the wind
Made it difficult to stand
Not because the waves
Had come perilously close
Nor because the wind
Made it difficult to stand
She retreated because she had come
To feel the tumult of the ocean
To feel the battering of the wind
To feel the beauty of violence
Without consciousness
This is why she came here
And for a while
It was beautiful
And calming
Beyond the Edge
She came here, beyond the edge, because she was beyond the edge. Here, she could look straight into the tumult, because it was not her tumult, not her upheavals, not her crashing into the walls. It was not her tragedies.
It Is What It Never Was
In these hallways
I’ve created oh-so-many worlds
For the dream factory
To film its stories
I’ve created oh-so-many worlds
For the dream factory
To film its stories
Police stations
And hospitals
Apartment buildings
And condemned spaces
Secret headquarters
And schools of magic
