Trauma is stored in the body; past tensions living in the present, held in our fascia, in our muscles and in all surrounding tissue. To heal we must heal both body and mind because everything is connected. The stresses of daily life held in our shoulders, increasing the tension within our bodies, increase the tension … Continue reading Healing Trauma
This is a story of the exploitation apologist Her clothes were too revealing they will say She chose to be abused they will add Never once questioning the perpetrator The victim is always to blame The exploitation apologist It's my personal choice he will say What an abhorrent collection of sounds The exploitation apologist Normalising … Continue reading The Exploitation Apologist.
Life can be confusing, all these twists and turns; glimmers of gems, shining through the sand. Be wary of their attractive pull, be mindful of their allure. For not all that glitters is gold, and it seems that I never listen when I'm told. Remain grounded in the present, ignore any futuristic projections, for these … Continue reading the siren call.
I find respite in substance, well, some of the time. In the past, I've struggled with substance abuse. In times past, I could not sit with my feelings; in times past, I would reach for a crutch. Times past is never too far though, for tonight I reached for the bottle. Whiskey and coke, it … Continue reading groundhog day.
I'm a pain professional you see. I've suffered more than most. Pain is no longer a stranger to me; an old friend. A boot through my door is how he chooses to enter, lifting me up by the throat, pinning me against the wall; pain is back again. With one swift motion pain slams me … Continue reading pain.
When we're apart, I feel that I lack; I feel that something is amiss, and it's you. A sinking hollow feeling deep inside my belly is what I feel. Sitting with you, conversing casually, makes me feel so complete. Doing nothing much, just sitting next to you, I love it; especially when we touch. Slow … Continue reading lovesick.
My heart beats through my chest, if I opened my mouth you would hear the sound of the drum. Angelic voices pierce the rhythm of my heart; the surging of my circuit did bring my drum to standstill. The way you look at me makes me think, the way you look into me makes me … Continue reading portal.
