As water falls
In fractured cascade
See trauma’s pain
Fragmented mesh
Of memory and behavior
Slim tenuous tendrils
Strewn across twin darknesses
Of dissociation and repression
Shattered shards of self
Unanchored and adrift
Tag: pain
Shadows
In the bright sun of day
I am shadow
A mask without a face
A smile without a reason
Laughter without glee
A sign of existence
Without presence
So I breathe
Bury my hand
In the hot sand
Shout out the pain
Of heat and grief
And emptiness
Give voice
To the being
Which once cast
The shadow
Until the voice
Becomes being
A vessel
For the light
The pain and grief
And emptiness
Become the shadow
The Golden Lie of Youth
I recall the halcyon
Of inviolable youth
When life
Stretched out before us
As an infinite loop of fun
While pain and suffering
Seemed ephemeral
As an all-better kiss
And adulthood perceived
As a condition of denial
That play is anything but
A full-time endeavour
Long since has that glitter faded
Pain and suffering
Joined now as companions
But little desire has this adult
To deny a child
The pleasure of play
Rather play along
Perhaps to live again
The golden lie
Of youth
Thorns ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #246
I traverse the wild fields
Amid array of thorn and barb
Simple beauties shall reveal
Pick off the burrs
Let the scratches heal
Amid array of thorn and barb
Simple beauties shall reveal
Pick off the burrs
Let the scratches heal
Disturbing Beauty
Many layers deep
The serrated edge cuts
Through the camouflage of bullshit
The serrated edge cuts
Through the camouflage of bullshit
Reveals a jagged truth
Painful and disturbing
Integrity’s challenge
Never are we more beautiful
Than when we conquer
The falsehoods of our fears
Leaving The Grey Between
We are these incredible creatures
Of both darkness and light
We keep buried so very deeply
So we might never know how full
Is the pain of our despair
Or the beauty of our spirit
Or the strength we might show
If we could but release ourselves
From the grey we have created
To keep the best of ourselves
And the worst of ourselves
Beneath the skin
Beneath our consciousness
Beyond our capacity
To love
Of both darkness and light
We keep buried so very deeply
So we might never know how full
Is the pain of our despair
Or the beauty of our spirit
Or the strength we might show
If we could but release ourselves
From the grey we have created
To keep the best of ourselves
And the worst of ourselves
Beneath the skin
Beneath our consciousness
Beyond our capacity
To love
In the Hollows
Branches of darkness
Reach out for me
But I resist
If only just
Reach out for me
But I resist
If only just
Still…
That is enough
To stave the pain
In this hollow I’ve carved out
From tendrils of deepest sorrow
I find resolve to carry on
On the Cacophony of Being
This spirit of life
This beauty
This pain
This anguish
This love
This cacophony of being
That is I
That is experience
That is action
Tension of light and dark
Tension of right and wrong
Never grey
Never muted
That mud of fear
That mud of anger
Gripping at my heart
Gripping at my mind
But I will not
Go under
But I will not
Lie down
Or die
In the silence
Of living
Without venture
Visualizing
I swim down
Deep into the reservoir
Of the pain and suffering
That is my despair
Find the glimmer of hope
Release it from the bottom
Cradling it in my arms
As I rise back to the surface
Breathe deeply in the fragrant air
Pull myself up onto the solid shore
Basking in the sun’s warmth
While pain and suffering drains away
Despair releases from my being
While hope swells in my heart
Deep into the reservoir
Of the pain and suffering
That is my despair
Find the glimmer of hope
Release it from the bottom
Cradling it in my arms
As I rise back to the surface
Breathe deeply in the fragrant air
Pull myself up onto the solid shore
Basking in the sun’s warmth
While pain and suffering drains away
Despair releases from my being
While hope swells in my heart
The Fog of Pain
This story begins with Enveloped.
I wonder why she lingers
There
There
An hour or so
Every day
On the bench
By the shore
On the edge of the fog
I wonder why
But I think I know
That bridge has been enough trouble
For us
No
For me
Maybe just for me
Even before the fog
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