Thoughts on Trauma

The most difficult part of trauma is that most people don't like to use the word trauma. There is a misunderstanding that trauma is "so bad". If you had a bruise, it's skin trauma. All of us have had a bruise, so all of us have had some kind of skin trauma. To others, skin trauma means something "really bad" like someone shaved off your face and wore it. Not all of us have had our faces removed, but we have all had trauma. And we need to talk about it - because trauma can only be healed by being processed

Catfish

Catfish   When you said I love you Did you know That love was two slices of bread In a make-believe sandwich And that sandwich would become a wall The walls of a prison we built With the meats and cheeses, lettuce, tomato All of the fixings of lies Imagination of what it’s supposed to... Continue Reading →

Ubuntu

Ubuntu Don’t know what comes next Not sure what I’m to do I feel like I just gotta trust And stop putting so much Fear In the 6 ft between me and you I don’t need you at my side I don’t care if you won’t hug me But I gotta stop and question Who... Continue Reading →

The eye of the needle

I randomly started pondering the idea of a rich man getting into heaven vs a camel getting through a needle. I thought about how it could be a mistranslation, or how it’s typically inferred to mean giving up possessions, but I’ve interpreted it that if you held a needle up and looked through at a... Continue Reading →

The Purpose of Pain

5 years ago, 2 people fought and 5 lives imploded. Countless others were hurt in the fallout. 4 years ago, I was continuing to be a functional alcoholic, self harming and taking out all my pain by starving myself and living on beer, a slice of ham and multivitamins. 3 years ago, I left the... Continue Reading →

All We Need is Just a Little

All We Need is Just a Little Patience Inner Wisdom whispers Stroking my unruly curls The tears that had blossomed But never unfurled Just the stinging of the dew . . . .. ... ....wait for it Mel Gibson said it But the whisper was more like a cough A choking sensation From my exhalations... Continue Reading →

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