Treading Trauma

Treading water where barracudas swarm, inject a drop of kindness incite a ravenous threat Quick the decision to bail, shed contamination, resulting terror – shame exposed. Now tread slough longing floored robed in foreboding trembling in shadows. (I have made poor choices in my life, which still haunt my dreams.  My therapist says to focus […]

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The Pen Is To Blame

This is pen is far too vociferous, illuminates the disabled rage, dismissing my concerns, as if outgoing messages are company for its dispassionate agenda. No privacy for ailing, sleeping, I would physically eject the offending appendage, but cannot bear reopening of wounds, recognizing the sins are mine, no matter how unintentional. Words can be a […]

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Sleeping Alone

Sleeping alone – so intrusive – a child born of so many intentions awash in a trail of barricades I cope, cook up breezes, strike wet ground, stuff myself to satiate the onslaught ground rapidly shifting – Earth Mother exerting presence – too stubborn, I turn away Look for God, but my cup keeps moving […]

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Heartquake

mind regresses in the aftershock – tremors of misspent devotion reverberate suffocating debris teenage hearts caught in the quake – a marital schism – plucked unripe sweetness battered I, colourless abandoned, like a runner-up in a beauty pageant forgotten, flailed failed as a mother withdrawn, rattled psyche exploding survival a slow crawl challenges weighty aligned […]

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Dialogue

Road behind is collapsing remain upbeat, continue a trail of childhood tears practice giving, don’t falter the past a faulty messenger focus on beauty, facing forward memories storm, threaten Keep travelling, let go of concern fears, like locusts, plague work hard, be positive anger rumbles, grows wings be at peace, future brings promise pain, ignorant […]

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Bundled Memories

I carry my past in a long, white sack – canvas like a sailor’s – as if my life depends on it… or a laundress toting bundles, tied with string, promises of toil and recompense to come. My contents are not sustainable, though, only sorry tales, entangled woes mutated into plastic figurines, more comical than […]

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Next Door

Next door dwells perfection, gardens pert with flowery blooms like vibrant little soldiers heeding the command of love’s labour, exuding confident pride. My house, marked by overgrown vines, chaos’ shameful exhibition, bemoans the futility of planting, knows they’ll be no follow through, betrays the absence of love’s toil. Life has schooled detachment, lessons in loss […]

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The Art of Survival

Learned the art of survival from father, a commando trained warrior, never able to leave the battles behind A sharp-shooter, whose expert eye tracked our every fault; with sniper precision shot us down. Innocence has no place when the enemy resides within; when trigger lines are camouflaged by wall- to-wall carpets, and young minds, craving […]

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Trauma’s Offspring

Insanity meticulously recreates the murder scene – a minute replica of the house bloodied; builds it on the front lawn where passersby can see, cannot purge herself of it; turns on me, annihalation in her eyes; I will chase her down, cease this madness; she is intent on destroying new life, cutting it into pieces, […]

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Compulsive Clotheshound

I would befriend hesitation, take her shopping with me, invest the time, but impulse is my constant companion. Hesitation, born of shared trauma, labours over pain- filled decisions; my need is palpable, throbbing, must suffocate it beneath layers of numbing fabric, weight; afraid to show myself, afraid that she will find me, block any progress, […]

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