Redux
panic manifesting
cover required
inside
the world’s gone dark
protection needed
inside
this mental cushion
thoughts held close
inside
blocking out
all the noise
inside
sheltered
by this liquid insulation
inside
Originally posted on I Write Her 12/23/2018.
EQUITY
smash the sky
bring down stars to earth
break apart
day and night
meet them in twilight – create
level playing grounds
RELEVANCE
how often do we
live in simulated worlds
of our own making
chasing manifestation
of now irrelevant dreams
PAIN
pain
is when
my body
yearns to get back home
to its natural state; but soon
after my memory of pain revives it again
CONNECTIVITY
Now
why not
relinquish
outdated past
let present breathe free?
-for it gains relevance
only when connecting threads
weave stories with beads of moments
to be preserved for posterity
to be counted by fingers that matter
MATURITY
I knew it
I’m no longer young
When he’s in
awe of me
feeling changed to suspicion
of his insecurity
I know now
inane attacks will
follow to
soothe a bruised
ego – competence will be
shown as aggression
mature minds
bond with mutual
respect; awe
has no place
where competence is equal
thoughts compatible
~~~
Reena Saxena is a former banker, BFSI trainer, financial coach, and writer. She writes on finance, human behaviour, and women empowerment. Flash fiction and poetry are creative expressions of her deepest self. She is Quora Top Writer 2018, Literary Brigadier on StoryMirror, and has published three books on Amazon. Reena was first featured in 2022. You can find her work HERE.
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can you feel it
good juju, positive vibes
and tender pleas for all the best being sent
i take on your pain
and am responding with the hope
that you are released from it
quickly dissipating
a return to normal
please, let the relief begin
Redux
I
really
can’t help you.
Many struggles
of my own. You take care while I take care.
Originally posted on 11/1/2018 on I Write Her.
Redux
Pushed over the edge.
Waves of emotions coursing.
Tears flow unlocking the deep hurts.
Loud yells projected to match the pain.
Feelings challenged. Resolutions sought. This torture ends now.
Distancing from the anger, the fear, and the abysmal. Letting it go.
Choosing peace, choosing harmony, choosing growth.
Deep relaxation and openness stage a presence.
Self-soothed in this self-connection.
Manifesting healing.
Originally published 8/31/2018 on I Write Her.
I’d like to thank Joseph Pinto for the inspiration for this piece.
If you’d like, take a moment to read his post Whelve.
invisible drama
not acknowledged
outsiders only see camouflage
but the damage
dispensed from previous generations
lingers deep
self-preservation from the ugliness
slows the hurt
but offers no resolution
only a temporary roadblock
to the pain buried inside
which will surface
eventually…
Our wounds can be many and possibly permanent, but our thoughts need to land emotionally to promote healing within; directly spoken to those who hurt us or expressed publicly for ourselves and others to see we can move on. The expression of pain can release us from it.
I guess
That is
The thing
With scars
They remain
In place
Forever
A showcase
Of the body’s
Memoirs
All those links
It cannot sever
Train of Thought by Christine Bolton
Your words live
in my thoughts
Sometimes they delight
and are invited to stay
Other times they wound
and I show them the door
They feed my heart
Nourish my soul
and thoughts
become my words
flowing freely
back to you
When words harm
they linger in my head
slowly poisoning
a bruised spirit
And I cannot
speak to you
Instead I write
my thoughts
that spew forth
like demons
exorcised
from my body
So you might understand
Self-repair is an arduous task, isn’t it?
I hope for a change as I age
lost in my hopes I’ve given all control
to randomness of life and people I don’t like
I could claim it now
it’s true that we have the power to change our lives
but I feel so weak and I don’t know how….
The Heat of Chaos by Fire & Female
I am not okay.
I am a total mess
back on the floor of
a home that has been
drenched in lighter fluid
and intentionally set on fire.
The walls are hot with flame,
the linoleum is melting under me,
but I remain curled up on the floor.
I want to cry out from the pain
as my skin is singed with
empty promises and
violent threats and
touch I did not authorize,
but the heat of chaos dries my eyes
and tells me I cannot cry here.
I watch as my safe space disintegrates,
crying out for someone to just
come and fucking rescue me.
I am not okay.
I am suffocating under the weight of
beams of complex trauma and
posts of vicious assault and
cement blocks of violation.
My voice is too tiny to hear,
or maybe no one fucking cares,
so I curl up tighter in my place,
allow the inferno to engulf me;
a reminder no matter how hard
I try to extinguish the fire,
I will always go up in flames.
birthed in pain anew
the anguish it overwhelms
will time heal my wounds
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see? #136
the monumental woes
sudden jolts to the psyche
a shock of endless wounding ripples
splintering into a cascade of emotions
gigantic internal rifts open in us
flayed open in a jagged void
our mind, body and soul
doing the symbiotic dance of intense unease
putrid words heat up inside needing purged
they force themselves up and out unintelligibly
hot screamed tears flow down anguished cheeks
our reality forever changed
in time we hush our voice to gutteral moans
the liquid from our eyes slows to a trickle
the suffering seals us up within ourselves
and the sadness clings to every fiber in our being
arthritic pain felt everywhere there are no bones
living is hard
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