Tag: trauma
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birth of journeys
I used to have great dreams of safaris.. of riding freely amongst giant creatures… they were friendly, mythical, amazing. The grass was so green and the sun shone brightest then. I was to meet my fantasy-like heroes- the Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters and the Toys R Us Giraffe.. I can remember the promise of things…
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Touch
Love grows Not in the Ways we touch Each other But in Discovering What people Are deeply Touched by…
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Masterpiece
O’, Tyson! It was your tears and not your ferocity, the valiant birth of your self-confessed fears and not your unmatched prowessness that gave me a reason to keep fighting “Life is beautiful but you have to accept the good and the bad as being beautiful.”
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Tightrope
O’, Nietzsche! there was no god, no love, no outreaching hand to lift me out of the entangling web of hellfire- save when you said, “One must still have chaos within to give birth to a dancing star.”
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Youth
and there a door opens when everything has been shut and sealed in the convincing thick of finitude an opening emerges a hard goodbye precedes the arrival in the last hour- the first seconds and in the final cry the birth of laughter…
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Saddened Joy
Do you sometimes cry not because of the pain but out of the joy that you survived it all?
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Clay
Ugly are not your scars but the scarves you use to hide them i want to cry with you and use our tears as spears pursuing every demon and fight them i want to kiss your forehead right now unshackling the grief in your brow emancipating you somehow allowing our souls to uncover the true …
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Gone So Soon
the souls that gave up never wanted to die they only got lost on their quest towards the undiscovered path to happiness…
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Wings
Loneliness carries us and takes us past the pain, past every memory, past every crutch, and every blinding resentment until we’ve hung on long enough that all that’s left to see is ourselves…
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Guests
Sometimes, Dead ends are disguised New beginnings and the aching mind paints open doorways within our prisons When the tired soul reaches its end the unlikely figures become our best friends and silence, Silence will finally hear us and ears remove our greatest fears and cures us Before Death intrudes and lays Its cold hands…
Healing Through Words 