Tag: trauma

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 30, 20226:00 pm

Little Northern Window, North Window Arch, Arches National Park, Moab, Utah, United States of America

North Light

The little window
In the northern wall
Through which the lovely light falls
When the drapes aren’t closed

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 29, 202211:49 am

Tight on the Droplets, Rogue River Gorge Falls, Oregon, United States of America

As Water Falls

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

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 19, 20222:54 pm

Space Available

Idyllic setting
Empty seats
New normals
Under development

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 24, 20212:27 pm

Looking Back, BC Ferries, Nanaimo to Horseshoe Bay, Strait of Georgia, British Columbia, Canada

Release

I look back
In order to move forward

Bring the past
Into the present
Record the history
So I can release it

Carry the memory

Leave the emotional toil
Of glories and traumas
In the wake

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMay 16, 202010:43 am

Hold & Reveal

Dark Island
Tide recedes

Amber glow
Inner light

So long as I hold the one
Let the other be revealed

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 28, 201911:14 am

Dancing Boy and The Wells, SeaToSky Gondola

As a Child

I danced 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

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 24, 20198:16 pm

Entangled, Squamish, British Columbia, Canada

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

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 20, 20197:15 pm

That Inner Life, Boston Pizza Waitress, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

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”

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”