The healing power of a wandering mind — Tall trees cast paradoxical shadows around firmly trimmed hedges. Sunlight through a hazy sky, casts soft light over the cemetery, through millions of particles, as if an ancient door opened, allowing light into a forgotten place. My mind is unfocused these days, grappling for foothold. Old traumas, triggered by an…

Mind (de)construction IV — Scared Hurt Whimpering Crouched Hiding Bound Criticism and Ridicule chipping away at my Soul at my Core at my Self Eternally Seeking affirmation To fill the giant gaping hole inside me My Mind betrayed me listening instead to affirmation of my Lack of Worth The Negative Spiral Spinning out of control The…

A poem — Trigger warning: depression. Grey light of dawn pushes through every crevice hits eyes, waking mind from fitful slumber. Day presses down upon tired body, holding, hiding, it under. Sound of feet on stairs alert, mother’s presence is requested. Body pushes up and out through heavy haze of sleepless nights. Cold floor…

Are you listening? — Do you not see? Do you not hear? My anguish My terror My shame My fear My pain Do you not see what your world does to me? Do you not understand? Do you not want to? Do you have a mother? A sister? A wife? A daughter? Do you…

What else am I good for? — Trigger warning: explicit content, sexual abuse tugging :: pulling :: rubbing :: pawing panting :: moaning :: groaning :: growling touching :: pinching :: squeezing :: biting wanting :: craving :: needing :: yearning This is the moment you’ve been waiting for the moment you’ve been dreaming of for years This is the…

Limiting beliefs | November prompt 2023. — This recipe has been tested and honed to perfection, through eons of living, controlling, and molding Life. There are many recipes out there, and you may of course choose another for your particular Life. Feel free to browse any of my other recipes here. This recipe has won 10 online…

In reverent salute of ‘Move Me Poetry’ — Bright green sunlit leaves hang low on unflowering branches mirroring the low-hanging autumn sun shining lazily through a hazy dawn Grand Magnolia’s foliage limiting my range of view providing coverage for my intimate range of thoughts Cocooned within its embrace the world seems far away there is only me in this place there…

And I had no choice but to say yes — I recently read this article by Katie Jgln here on Medium. It talks about how girls mature faster than boys, not because of biology but because they are forced to, in this world of ours. We teach our girls to submit, uphold men’s rule, swallow our misgivings, and accept that…

Mind (de)construction VII — TW: abuse — Endless stream of words hitting my face spearing into my depths my innermost crevasses Your aim is uncanny the sharpness of your words otherworldly You curated my flesh to be soft enough for your poison to penetrate I had no defense I had no weapon I had no protector My…