“I want mine to say more than that I struggled valiantly.
I want it to also say that I got to live.”
“I want mine to say more than that I struggled valiantly.
I want it to also say that I got to live.”
What would we say to each other
If no longer labored in disruption?
How would we treat each other if
Acknowledged sisters / brothers?
“I’m going to have to shift how I’ve looked at all of this in order to create a new form of hope to carry on.”
When paths forward
Erase into fading dim
Going becomes slower
As insecurity increases
One must take hold of
Frightened heart/mind
Carefully testing steps for
Stability’s further slippage
“Two years to this state is pretty darn rapid.
Gee, migraines and symptoms validated.
Why, thank you!”
Counter-strategies
“Breaks new ground the hardest.”
“We have lost our bearings without at least some good aspects to guide our growth by.”
I know you
We are the same
In how we transform
Adversity
A rare finding
Indeed
Laughs at machinations
Opening her own maw
To swallow them whole
Feasting on own blood
Transmutating power
Back into her hands
Leaving them gaping
In awe and wonder
As she takes to
Broken skies
The hyper-sexualized narcicist thought he’d had her in his clutches by way of hormones procurred soaking into her bloodstream.
But to his vexation, she didn’t give a sh** about addiction when it came to there being an absence of love involved.
“I am told that healers bound by this suffer such draw from their own life force that if they cannot find a way to recover strength, they are in danger of becoming vampires.”
“Where is it?
That wound that still bleeds?
Lead me to it, and I will try to help absolve and heal it.
Will you do the same for me?”
“I knew I was worthy of love, even if I couldn’t feel it.
Yet they were treating me this way, caught up in their own past internal disregulated programmings.”
“They use this term to mean which parents have which kids at which times.
But for a child who is unwanted, negated, disregarded, and neglected – and maybe only used only to get access to a younger sibling – the term can mean repeated sentences of termed incarceration with torment.”
“I don’t know what to do…
I don’t know how to bridge this gap to you.”
“What to do about it…”
“The spinal cord was overstretched, cervical stacking stability shorted out, and brain is being pullled at in every movement, so constant distress signals’ flight/fight/freeze signals keep alternating and prevent fascial proprioceptors from regulating.
But that’s not what many doctors would say.
They will look at where it is pinching, compressing, and/or grindng…
Because they still do not understand how to treat actual causes to system ‘failures’ by looking for underlying reasons in order to troubleshoot and provide restorative therapies.”
Worse than before…why?
(I’m not freaking out…I’m not panicking…my blood pressure is fine – I’m fine, da** it!)
Pushed shoulders &
Further ripped hips
From slipping on carpet
Working to disassemble
That extra foam layer proposed
I had hoped would’ve benefited
Testifies to the extent of
Unnegotiable discomfort
They’d slander many things,
But we know truth from lies.
I don’t like them
What they do
How they think
They have rights
I can still attend many things
Just not the same drudgeries
“Games are fun, but I do not like being manipulated.”
(Title play with words – Raar!)
“Yeah, ’cause I just knocked myself loose again, jumping around and dancing, getting hardcore into to that song.”
(Ouuch…but worth it)
“I’ll need your help to rebuild myself, yet in return, I will help you, as well.”
“You lit-tle beeas-tie…”
“Please, love…let us not further delay.”
“Nyeeer-rooom!” stomp-running down wooden reverberations hall to smack into whatever still object (hopefully soft) with an “Oomph!” and giggle, followed by a mirthfully satisfied, yet downplayed, gleefully settled “Hi.”
“I’ll get into video editing for some career retraining since I seem to enjoy visual arts.”
“Decisions past made that had we known what we’ve learned now, we would have better attended to with this advanced understanding.”
Seething hatred
Eyes on fire ire
Casting blasting
Counterspells
Desperately
Exploding
Eroding
Traction
To free wings
For flight again
“These rules are borked!:
The basic realities of my life
Are me trying to linger in bed
Giving my systems more time
To rest before burn out again
Then staying in motion for as
Long as I can manage output
It’s a dead-end cycle recurring
Without exciting alternatives
I have a comfortable bed
Or so I’d like to think of it
But there’s rarely a position
That I can find this comfort
Maybe I need to add another
Layer of foam to cushion me
Perhaps too much inflamed
Pain never abating hinders
The recovery I’ve needed
To overcome the injuries
“In everything I did, I looked for traces of love – and gave it, even if not returned.”