When no one protects you I was given strong words too young. “I hate you,” spit between the thin lips of my aunt, whose blown pupils delighted the car ride between towns with absurd humiliation. Hills passed in the window behind her, fading in and out of shadow paths cast by the setting sun. HerContinue reading “An Envelope full of half-written memoirs”
Banned “I wake up in an abyss,” is the sentence that got me in trouble. It was the unfiltered thoughts of someone with depression. It was the sentence that embarrassed me. It was the thing that told me no one would help me. It was my punishment for not lying about how I would overcomeContinue reading “Bourbon, Time, and Roses”
I married the angry wolves staring each other down in the margins of my heart to press my ear to the ground, to bury my head in the sand.
Lately, my words have fallen between the cracks. They have gone ignored, glossed over, and twisted into shapes I do not recognize them in anymore. These words are my intentions, my thoughts, my emotions; they are the pieces of me I speak to the world. And I have been shattered, yet I pick the piecesContinue reading “If I were to drift to sea”
I have not enough words For too many words That I struggle to say.
The babbling brook winds through roots dislocated from the ground and rocks smooth as glass appearing above the surface of the water, reflecting sunlight in half-moon shades of honey-golden yellows and pearls that slip onto ripples to sleep downstream. Old trees, willowy and thin, twist into shapes clutching onto the silk soil of the brook’sContinue reading “Spirit of Trees”
Love is a blanket always warm on the coldest days of winter, able to steer the infliction of self away from the damage of the heart. It is the beaming light streaking across the library floor, pooled in the corner of floating dust and worn pages of bound books held together by the oil ofContinue reading “To love and love again”
I hear the word validation a lot, thrown around casually, or not so casually in conversations centered around trauma. While I am not trying to downplay the importance of others recognizing and accepting the truth of their perception of events, I have issues with the oversimplification of the feelings centered around the term validation, andContinue reading “A thought on “Validation” in internet use”
There are many interesting studies that delve into the emergence of anxiety and depression in early childhood, ending in the finding that trauma informs the subconscious or inner child to later develop mental disorders. Others conclude that the seed is within us from the day we are born. The debate warring and wrestling with theContinue reading “Burn to nothing”
Forget the way it hurts, Dust and whispers, That pain fades away To be happy again.