I can see you’re not a doctor there’s a light behind your eyes that dares to search beyond what’s broken, leaving space for what you find. You keep my hand in yours and you love me for the both of us you hold me in the dark while I’m fading away Your love is ever…
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I will soar
Perched, precarious rushing for land or horizon A generous, cold embrace for anyone anything encountered. Pure power, surging, guttural The resolution is fraught with violent potential In a frantic search for some minute fissure Through which to pour that sliding inevitable Once it creeps, finally in motion I will soar. Photo: GollyGforce, Creative Commons.
Writing to the child within
I’ve been considering making contact with my inner child. I don’t mean metaphorically, I mean literally writing to her and allowing her to respond. At the CoDA meeting on Saturday, I got talking to someone who did some left hand / right hand writing. She said it was a revelation. She couldn’t believe what her…
Enough
Adrift in the unsaid my vision lacks the depth to pierce the gloom and discover what might be enough. This monotonous fight leaves me coiled in the cyclical silence anticipating the moment I draw the line and realise I have swallowed enough. Anger, grief, shame and love what could ever calm that raging tempest? I…
To fight
Reaching to the character concealed within the type black beneath the white coiled close, knitted tight She waits to fight. In the depths of a soul ransacked raging to be whole She’ll embrace a shattered heart and gathering she’ll start To fight. Imperceptibly, she dares inhales surfacing, laid bare shame and horror Now to care…
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