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
Tag: pain
Insulating
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.
Stabilized
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.
Hidden Pain
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…
Reblogs – Little Charmer & Christine Bolton
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
Reblogs – Breaking the Silence and Fire & Female
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.
By Force
birthed in pain anew
the anguish it overwhelms
will time heal my wounds
Grief-Sicken
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
Reblogs – Cassa Bassa & Tom Alexander
Pain buckles your inner state making recovery incredibly difficult. With every last bit of strength you have, choose to heal instead. Live again.
My thoughts
get stuck
in a thick tar swamp
knowing
that I am drowning
further below
but not quite
the end
Struggling is useless
Letting go is impossible
Tangled in poison syrup
In pitch dark night sky
all the stars
give up on me
They blink out
So
I settle in
being lost
dying alive
alone
Fracture, Fill by Tom Alexander
Break it like a bone
let it jut from torn skin
it’ll be raw and sore
then snap it back in
Fracture, fill
repair and grow
Through the ache
the growth seems subtle
Once it’s healed
that muscle gets supple
Fracture, fill
repair and grow
You can’t guess the extent
to which you’re capable
without some months spent
feeling utterly breakable
Fracture, fill
repair and grow…
Achievement Unlocked
Redux
No more…
wars
hatred
pain
lies
violence
abuse
crying
indifference
assholes
shame
guilt
anger
sobbing
frustration
neglect
discrimination
There will be an end to enduring suffering.
A permanent respite from all that is wrong with the world.
Finally peace.
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