Poetry
Writing to, from, and about the parts within. Sharing to normalize the healing process.
Out Now: How To Write Evocative Poetry
Triggered
I cannot whisper
The words I wish to scream
Tears fall
At the precipice of silence
Unmoving internal chaos
Catatonic rage
Memories of the present
Give way to realities of the past
All again
All at once
Visions flash
To the beat of the body’s rocking
The internal observer
Watches helpless
Why can’t you see I’m suffering?
Don’t you dare touch me
Thank god
For Valium
The Mountain
If I knew
How hard
I’d have to work
In order
To not have to
Work so hard
I’d have probably
Settled for a day job
Only now
Do I realize
Just how tall
The mountain
Truly is
And how strong
I’ll have to be
To climb it
Nonetheless
I am grateful
For my ignorance
For it made me
Strong enough
To believe
That I can become strong enough
To make it
To the top