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

Outer Hebrides: Transient Spaces

When we were on holiday, I was experimenting with writing in nature–or writing with nature. The ebb and flow of the ocean, having to relent to the power of the water, made me contemplate the ever changing nature of our environment but also our selves. I thought what if we just relent, let go, let go of pain, fear, guild, shame? Let the waves wash them away? Wash away hate. Wash away your sorrow.

I tried to write down the themes that often burden survivors of trauma.
Verlustangst = fear of loosing, usually a loved one
Unzulänglichkeit = the feeling of inadequacy
Pain
Shame
Sorrow
Fear