It burrows into them
Warps them
Distorts them
It doesn’t heal them
You know what heals wounds?
Trauma therapy
Compassion
Love
Save and brave spaces
Tag: healing
The Inner Child
40 going on 13
Channel the teen
Wolf within
Anger untamed
I know better
You ain’t shit
I don’t do fake
Shove it up
Whereever
Girly girls fake laughs
You’re chaff
Find your spine
Don’t use mine
I don’t eat dirt
Just can’t be arsed
Suddenly nice
After seeing mum’s car
Fuck off
You never noticed my scars
Anger writhes
Angry snake
Pale cliché
Yet it works
Me-being hurts
Just being hurts
And school’s full of turds
When we work with the inner child I don’t think we we work with the teenage self. It’s usually too edgy. What does your inner teen sound like?
Forgiveness is not my job
Forgive her, him, them
What for?
Healing?
Pish!
Closure?
Posh!
Peace of mind?
Ha!
Let go
Let go of all that is not yours to carry
Shame, hate, pain, anger, violence
Send it back
Send it back
Return to sender
What's mine is mine
What's yours is yours
Don't fret
Ponder
Rumage
Let go
Set yourself free
But forgiveness?
Forgive yourself always!
Forgive them, him, her?
Not your job.
None of your business!
That his, her, their soul work to undertake
None of your business
Set yourself free
By claiming you
Your youness
Your power
Your light
Your strength
Your happiness
Unburden yourself
From carrying the weight of the perpetrator
It's not yours to carry
It's not your path to walk
They wanted you to
To join them in darkness
To join them in pain
To join them in shame
To follow their insanity
Just
Do
Not
Walk this path
Choose
Choose freedom
Choose your own path
And let go
You are not obliged to forgive
Send this back to
Them, her, him
Historic Trauma
Dissociative fog
A distorted lense of the past
Violence not understood
‘It’s just what it is, isn’t it?’
Life
The times
Society
Nothing to do but move
Move forward, onward, wayward, upward, downward
Stalwart
Run, crawl, walk, limp, hike, roll
keep moving
She watches me
Hidden eyes from underneath a blanket
‘I rather not.Move, I mean.’
We all stay save differently.
‘I just watch you move.’
I know she will move.
Eventually.
Trust the process.
Everything has its time.
You can’t heal on schedule.
Don’t listen, never listen:
To the musts, the shoulds, the ought tos
No. No you never can ‘just’
Do.
While you move, freeze, fight
Don’t hurt anyone else
This is not your job
Mind you.
Hurting yourself isn’t a good plan either.
So move, freeze, pick a fight
A good fight
Listen to me now, just for once:
Fight for something
Not against
That’s it the main lesson.
It’s about directing the energy
Destruction or Creation?
On Not Feeling Well
I drew a silly doodle poodle on a silly snootle day,
where the chocolate is hot and the skys are grubby grey.
Where I am resting in bed feeling rotten throughout,
can barely move but will gladly shout out loud:
„Hey, look at my silly doodle poodle on a silly snootle day,
where the chocolate is hot and the skys are grubby grey.“
Before collapsing back into a sorry heap, and sniffle and snotter while I very loudly weep.
Silence
Like mist grief seeps into awareness Gently covering the rough rocks
An apprehension of light lingers Threatening to uncover sharp edges A foreboding of healing
As calm as the quiet sea You know before the storm etc
But for now breathe in deeply
The salt laden air
Listen to the silky whisper
Of ripples tip-toeing ashore
Faces
We all are liminal spaces
Drawn to one another
Repelled by one another
Each interaction
Manifests a layer
Which face will I wear today?
We all are fluid spaces
Endless opportunities
Of being
A bubble forms
It grows slowly
Like air trapped in magma
Surface tensions
Becomes too much
The bubble bursts
Another face emerges
I notice
It looks
Like all the others
The faces are masks
I tried to hide behind
Not realising
They are all in my image
Today’s poem was inspired by a young artists evocative work.
What’s in the Mirror?
See me
Hear me
You shout
On top of your lungs
Her
She can’t hear you
Caught in her own prison
Of wounds that won’t heal
It’s easier
That prison
Then healing
You suspect
Two people
Watch from afar
They see your pain
They see your struggles
Him and her
Tried sending smoke signals
Tried sending encrypted messages
You ignore
And scream
“Go away”
You shout your anger
At him
“Why did you not protect me?”
He couldn’t
His wounds were fresh
Trauma runs deep
He barely survived this one
At her
“You destroyed everything”
She didn’t
There was nothing left to destroy
When she arrived
She pulled at the bandaid though
Wounds need air and light
To heal
It’s scary
Being seen
Being heard
It’s scary
Not being able to hide
It’s painful
To look at the wounds
Being seen
Being heard
Comes with healing
You aren’t ready to heal
Quite yet
Healing fractured stories
Forced Fractures
Discard the Darkness
It’s not yours to carry
Heal your fractured Story
Like a kintsugi bowl
Shadow Work
The Darkness Within
You need to face shadow work
Go into the darkness
Walk the path until it has become invisible
And then keep walking
For in the darkness lies your truth
Keep walking
Keep embracing
Keep forgiving
Yourself
Your perpetrators
Your demons
Keep walking
Where there is light
There is shadow
Lest we forget
What is lurking
Bring a candle along
On your walk
And love yourself
Through space and time
When light fails to penetrate the darkness
Love always will
Poetry by Nathalie 