Fear, shame, and guilt packed onto the frail frames of children.
Bruises are the accessories of their souls.
Innocence wiped from the faces of angels.
Harshness becomes the norm, thriving isn’t an option.
At least not for a while, more likely much longer.
Tasting freedom with the coming of age, finally.
But darkness from the past continues to weigh heavy.
Their existence tainted still.
Mental anguish persists from pain doled out by monsters of the past.
Fear, shame, and guilt still trapped deep.
Intensely alone with their damaging construct.
It’s still survival mode.
A yawn escapes my body.
I choose to wriggle in the sheets a little more snugly.
But my mind stirs with thoughts. It determines not to go back into that density absent of light.
Slowly my consciousness moves into the direction of the rays.
The ceiling fan gives me my first instruction of the day.
I do, and a smile renders me awake.
Darkness, frustration, anger, sadness.
Feeling sorry for myself.
Wallowing going nowhere.
Chance, opportunity, action, other’s opening that door. It’s all relative.
But it can’t happen without me.
I need to be in it. I need to want to go towards awareness, progress, and enlightenment.
Today. Let me be the tumbler moving in the right direction.
Unlocking myself now…
I say defiantly
Uttered with recalcitrant anger through gritted teeth; words forcefully arising out of my clenched mouth.
I’ve not let my life, situations, people or anything end me. Yet.
I grant a thank you, of sorts, to the pain played out by substandard friends, broken relationships, betrayals, nature’s force and every disturbing event determined to pierce me in my psyche.
It’s a necessary process, albeit grueling and inconvenient.
Enduring hardships becomes my opportunity to best myself.
I welcome the growth, but I do despise the adversity.
There’s no escape from struggles, or hurt and pain.
The victory gives me just enough strength for the next battle.
I’d like to rub elbows with as many determined experiences as my life can possibly contain.
There will likely be uninvited events, surely wounding me.
But sandwiched in between, moments of soothing and reflective downtime.
Bring it on, life.
I’ve never been more prepared.
A baby’s laugh, innocence reminding us to not have a care in the world.
Lovers slipping hands down the small of a partner’s back, a signal of longing.
A mother or father’s pat on the child’s shoulder, encouraging good achievements.
Friends arms are reaching out for hugs, closing in on their bubble of like.
A person reveals an intense sadness; good fortune rewards them a comforting human.
Individuals are caressing themselves, indulging their passions.
A band-aid smoothed over the cut of a toddler learning to walk, expressing care.
Exquisitely arranged music enters our beings, a feeling of buoyant perfection.
Strangers are saying profound, meaningful words connecting with
other minds, unleashing inspiration.
We spend much of our lives positively in touch – physically, emotionally
and yes, even mentally.
Always remember to touch each other.