One Day. One Story.
A Lifetime of Healing.
One.
A story among many.
Darkness, anger, and survival,
memories bleed through,
flickering from one memory to the next
turning the mundane,
every day into a nightmare.
I am ripped from the present
to the past of
anguish and despair
secrets that are
buried within,
the muffled cries
forcing the silence.
I am quiet no more.
I will no longer keep this secret.
I will no longer be trapped in
yesterday’s nightmare.
Do You Know How Dangerous It Is?
Choices. We all make them. And it would seem that no matter the choice there are dangers involved. This poem is about that, and finding out what you can live with.
Day 1 of 365: Self-Reflection Journey
What brings me joy? I don’t know. Why are questions like that so difficult? That is the first question I have to answer on the first day of this self-reflection journey and it’s the most difficult one.
Still Life: A Moment & Poem of Memories
I am fascinated by memories. As something with complex PTSD, I have intrusive memories. Snippets of a time past that force themselves into my present, pushing me back into the past.