Two-tongued – speaking both heart and mind – complex languages, whose nuances I’ve never quite mastered, yet am conversant in. It’s a constant learning to
Conscious Breathing
Inhale – chest rises – exhale – chest falls – summon new, expel old; repeat. (Haiku written for Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge: rise/fall)
Sticks And Stones
Intuition and compassion combined with knowledge an effective healer make, yet, historically, women applying such skills – labelled witches – burnt at the stake. The
Distance
Even in togetherness there is distance. I am alone – a central figure, distracted, aiming for contact, unable to eviscerate control, repeatedly producing a singular
Resilience
Purpose – much coveted, despair-driven – has returned. Energy – motivation to proceed – building. Willingness – once vibrant, now constrained – resists. Chasms –
Perception Softens
A single tear – white-hot acid announces self pity – abhorrent emotion – mid-day, body crashed, I am foul-minded, drag-down unreasonable – spiteful shut my
