
Tag: healing
Who Am I?
(Trigger warning: this poem alludes to child abuse)
Who I am
if not a harbinger –
eyes turned to the sky
diligent?
And what defines me
beyond calm in a crisis
action-taking, firmly
responsible?
No bystander here
I will fight injustice
free the wrongfully accused
capable
Driven
driving
fearless
awake
No sleeping
when danger presents
turmoil relentless
nightmares persist
Visions of uprising
and natural disasters
filling my dreams –
I grow weary
I cry, but no one is listening
the bustle outside reflective
of lives being lived
while I cower
Worried that the sky will fall
and I will be too torn
too bruised
to rise to the occasion
That child I coddled
now questioning my motives
that woman I saved
scoffing at my delusion
I am neither saint nor saviour
I am just a woman/child running
from the drunk under the table
still trying to define herself
as anything but his prey.
(Drawing is my own)
Open To Healing
Open to healing –
delve into the subconscious
create a space for inspiration
Ignore limited capabilities –
value every offering –
enter with pure intentions
Embrace new starts
have faith in ability
be spurred into action
The Self holds the answers;
creative expression is the key.
No expertise required.
(Art is my own)
Nightjar
To be as the nightjar,
identity hidden
in a nest of leaves
hunger for solitude
the time it takes
to heal soul wounds
Lies I tell myself –
true healing happens
with compassion
Sacred gift
of unconditional love
bestowed by a kindred heart
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Childhood Home
The place remains in my dreams
like a movie set preserved…
Have assigned each room
a critique – disclosed the crimes
Yet, it remains, like a beacon
draws me to it, begs reflection
What if I could go back
now that I can breathe
Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity;
would I discover a sudden windfall?
Makeover conditioned motifs;
reevaluate ceiling heights?
With resources to remodel
heart open, connected
might I uncover abundance
like a personal embrace.
(Childhood Home first appeared May, 2020. Image my own)
The Other Side
Wind carries Autumn’s song
and I am crawling out of a nightmare
Insides churning widdershins
thoughts grasping for a forward pull
Have been to the edge,
touched the volatile
Birdsong breaks solemnity
I catch a ray of light.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson
Last September, I was in hospital fighting
through a life threatening condition.
I penned this there. Image my own.)
Open To Healing
Open to healing –
create a space for inspiration
delve into the subconscious
Enter with pure intentions
ignore limited capabilities –
no offerings are meager –
Embrace new starts
with faith in ability –
be spurred into action
Self holds the answers
creative expression is key –
no expertise required.
(Open to Healing first appeared here in August, 2015.
Edited for this post. Art my own)
Burrs
Burrs of misadventure cling
I am not beholden to them
Progress, not always visible
requires breathing room
Tenderness heals wounds
patience guiding movement
One by one, I extract the hooks
sigh with each deliverance.
(Image my own.)
Dig
Some memories
too dark
lie buried
beneath this hide
Secreted
to forgotten chambers
I obsess over ideologies
crave peace
Only an archeological dig
can set that dream in motion.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.
Image my own.)
Quantity and Quality
Raised in a battlefield
quantity doled out
in abuse, quality
not yet defined
Now I write myself
out of the darkness
each chapter
an uphill climb
Page by page
reconciliation
no shortage of words
value between lines.
(Image my own.)