Caterpillars are not ‘transformed’ into butterflies. There is no blast of magic that gives the little crawly pest its beautiful wings. The whole process is in fact gruesome. To become a butterfly, that caterpillar has to die, to dissolve in enzymes and become a shapeless slime before its cells begin rearranging themselves into new legs,…
Tag: healing
I’m not always right.
I’m doing well with my commitment to the Codependents Anonymous (CoDA) programme these days. A while ago I became the secretary for my local meeting, so now I really need to go every week. Being secretary means I facilitate the group, making sure everyone gets time to share should they wish to and maintaining the ground rules of the session….
Passenger
Sitting small, holding the pieces as I rush through our life She’s along for the ride my silent passenger Jealously watching as I ignore her and forget willfully her fallibility and imperfections Her green eyes wishing she’d learned to break before me Longing for a different story, a narrative rewritten with self upheld Instead of…
It will pass
There’s a small fragment vulnerable, delicate In an adult voice, I reassure myself she won’t be abandoned this time There’s guilt, shame, sadness that touches everything loved and I have to tell myself that none of it is my fault There’s pain, powerful, enigmatic that threatens to submerge if I don’t remind myself I can…
My imperfect words
I can only give you my imperfect words distorted from frail letters that I engineer without integrity into crumbling steps. I am not the editor and they are all I have alternating back and forth driving direction or none taunting me by braving new territory then dissolving into blankness. There is no space to bloom…
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