Tag: poem

Hold It

The sacred honour of holding stories comes with a price. 

The space I create for the words you need to spill, the poison you need to excise 

Burns

Burns a hole

Deep dark ugly secrets fester

I learned this lesson from the other side – so very few have I spilled my bile on…. 

watching them run in horror from my contamination- burning through the space they gave me

This place now locked. 

I believe this had fortified me from the same danger. That the space I could give was impervious to the acid of the tragedies you tell. I know what the poison will do if not relieved from self. I wear these wounds.

I must keep my neutral mask in place, my eyes have changed.

Will justice prevail? Not in the face of fear. Not this time.

Silence- I can only tell my story, but I carry the stone of yours, I see what is in your shadow.

It is not mine- only as a witness. I will soothe my burns, seal it up, create the space for another. Taking a moment to reflect if this is what my own toxins have done? Had it changed the eyes of others? Is this what made me invisible? Is this what turned them away?

I can clear the burning from my own eyes, I will still see you, just as I will see others.

The sacred honour of holding stories can come with a price. 

A Moment of Healing

Trust yourself

Place your hands on the warmth of your skin

Breathe, you are here

There is no sting

Pressure of the phantom hand

Trust yourself

Place your hands with compassion, the places once scarred, mark the beautiful start

Breathe, you are here

Place your hands, the fleshy parts, once blue, now rosy pink. There is no harm

Only honour, only love

Trust yourself

Place your hands, over your heart. Offer compassion to the place ruined not by love but by betrayal

Breathe, you are here

Place your fingers on the softness of your throat, the strong vibration of words now clearly spoken, from a place once stolen

Trust yourself

Place your hands upon the place where your soul resides, accepting both the light and the dark

Breathe, you are here

Place your hands amongst the spaces where your power hums heavy, intimately yours, you owe it no access from others.

Trust. Yourself.

A Prayer for Chronic Illness

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the pain is low and meek

If it rises before I wake

I pray for the right meds to take

Now I lay me down to sleep

It’s quiet here, so I can weep

The smile I wore all day was fake

It’s almost more than I can take

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray for rest, for I feel weak

Let the monsters be still, until I wake

So to the next morning I will make.

On With It

Dry your tears 

There’s no time for this

If no one looks too close 

If no one listens too close 

Find the steel in your spine

Find the steel in your smile 

You lead 

You’re empty 

If no one looks too close 

If no one listens to close 

The cracks won’t show too bad 

The cracks will hold another day 

You animate the body

You mourn your soul 

If no one looks too close 

If no one listens too close

Dry your tears 

There’s no time for this