Word therapy
As I may have mentioned once or thrice, I suck at art. And the thought of doing art therapy leaves me feeling cold and slightly nauseated. However, it is also … Continue reading Word therapy
Category: Poems
I’m not a poet. But every now and then I feel an intense need for poetic expression. I share them with you here.
Art Therapy
I have to do art therapy while I’m incarcerated as an inpatient. I can’t begin to put into words how much I dreaded this concept. I even told the very … Continue reading Art Therapy
Incarceration
How small a world becomes when locked away, Be that lock constructed of our own fruition. Sometimes life overwhelms. Sometimes the pain is unbearable. Sometimes we are misunderstood – no … Continue reading Incarceration
And the black dog slept
The days were cold, And the skies were grey. The bare branches swaying in the swift brisk wind. Still, the black dog slept. The mirror reflects, The passing of days. … Continue reading And the black dog slept
Failure
There is a magnificent quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson titled, Success. I found it many moons ago, had it printed and laminated, then stuck on the toilet wall for my … Continue reading Failure
I hold you, in the palm of my hands
You held me, in the palm of your hands, When I was young, red-faced and new. You held my hand, as up I grew, Then held me in your heart. … Continue reading I hold you, in the palm of my hands
Choose
To eat or not to eat. That is the question. Choose. To write or not to write. Choose. Work. Sleep. Play. Choose. Delivered unscathed from the maternal womb. Breathe. Choose. Tentatively totter on … Continue reading Choose
The Cloak
There’s a cloak wrapped tight around me. A cloak of grief. A cloak of fear. A cloak of wanton weariness. Keeping me dry, From tears that threaten to rain. Softening … Continue reading The Cloak
Worst boyfriend ever
He wants me. He needs me. He loves me. He sounds interested and knowing. He rejoices when my heart is singing. His voice is compassionate and caring. He comforts me … Continue reading Worst boyfriend ever
My anxiety feels like…
… a thumping heart … a tight chest … short, quick breaths … a knot in my stomach … a swollen throat … heavy eyes … warm feet … a tingle in … Continue reading My anxiety feels like…
