Dark Island
Tide recedes
Tide recedes
Amber glow
Inner light
So long as I hold the one
Let the other be revealed
Tag: trauma
As a Child
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
Entangled ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #176
Entangled in dreams and traumas
Is my heart betrayed
By actions driven
From deep inside
The darkness
Unplumbed
So
Finally do I
Enter the dark
Holding the light
Of my broken heart
To heal the injuries
And discover the truth of dreams
Is my heart betrayed
By actions driven
From deep inside
The darkness
Unplumbed
So
Finally do I
Enter the dark
Holding the light
Of my broken heart
To heal the injuries
And discover the truth of dreams
The Inner Life of Healing
“You are never really gone,” she tells me
“The times you ‘go away’,” she goes on
“Are like your body, treading water
While you process all you’ve learned”
“The times you ‘go away’,” she goes on
“Are like your body, treading water
While you process all you’ve learned”
Now I watch my waitress
And I wonder if she is also processing
The traumas of a dimly remembered past
While serving another table’s drink orders
I wonder if the waitress knows
That in the every day of just going along
Her mind, and her heart, and her spirit
Process the hard work that is so upsetting
“You did not go crazy”
“You did not die”
“You lived and never let go of the light
Even when you were plunged into the darkness”
“And all you learned to cope
With the trauma so many years ago
Keeps you alive now
While you heal”
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.”
Trauma
I am of this world
And I am not
And I am not
I am in this world
And I am not
I have this body
And I do not
I am present
I am nowhere
I am here
But not
I am present
I am a ghost
This is trauma
This is dissociation
The Guilt in Her Eye
Who would I be
Without the guilt
In a sad, lonely eye
Reflecting back at me
Without the guilt
In a sad, lonely eye
Reflecting back at me
Who would I be
Without the self-doubt
Without the self-pity
Without the self-hate
Which accompanies it
What if I could show
Myself the compassion
Myself the kindness
Myself the forgiveness
I offer so freely to others
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
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.
