I have lived a difficult life. I was molested when I was a child. I have known abuse almost my whole life. I am a recovering addict and alcoholic. Until recently I only knew how to shove my emotions down and run away from the difficult things. Now I have discovered the gift of writing. While I write for myself I also do it for others in hopes that I may share hope and light in some way. I hope that my writings resonate with others that those who feel alone and not understood will know that they are not alone and that at least in some way, they are understood.
Sample (Drowning Pt. 1)
I’m floating on the surface of the sea. The waves and winds they carry me further from the shore of my security. Out here drifting on my own not knowing where the tides will take me, I’m finding peace in the overwhelming fear. What of the unknown? It’s not my place to find it out, to turn my mind inside out with anxiety over what I am unable to control.
Sample (Oh, LIttle One)
Today I feel a stranger in my own skin. Plunged backward into an old, familiar feeling. Trapped inside my body, I’m not in control. This nightmare has returned home again to the comfort of the darker places of my mind, where a shroud hangs over my eyes and my heart is drowned in sticky blackness. Today I do not know where I’ve gone. Retreated to the recesses of that still, safe place where my consciousness hides tucked away from harm and love alike. Where are my bearings? I don’t know up from down, nor east from west. I have no sense of depth or being. The ringing in my ears is my only companion.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
I know (15/01/2022)
like an all consuming fire (12/11/2021)
No Respite (07/07/2021)
all these broken pieces (31/05/2021)
Separate and Sanitize (25/05/2021)
the blade (11/05/2021)
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