words from the soul
Triggered. You laugh at the word and point out how overused it is these days. You sit in your leather chairs, backs comfortably reclined as you swivel behind the glossy desk proclaiming your entitlement. It is so easy for you to roll your eyes and then apologize for your reaction. Your genitalia allows you to retract … Continue reading Triggered
Trauma follows me wherever I go. It likes my attention...wants me to let myself get wrapped in its claws...consent to its talons tearing through my skin...participate in the letting of my soul's blood. Trauma and I are inseparable. It likes to stand so close to me that it looks as though we share the same … Continue reading #metoo
Silence. The wind blows wildly around me. Winds of change... winds of fear... I stand tall in the midst of this hurricane of hurt and I am silent. I used to want to say how I felt. Â I used to want to scream and shout. I used to want to know that I was heard. … Continue reading Silence
Dear 4 in 5, I don't know what I will accomplish by writing this...but I want to be clear that I am not looking for your sympathy...or for you to understand. Â You will never understand...that is why you are the 4 in 5. I am the 1 in 5. Â And though I cannot speak for … Continue reading 1 in 5
This feeling…this sad feeling…covers me like a blanket…suffocating me slowly. It is not a new feeling…it is an anticipated one. Do not project…they told me…do not lose faith in humanity…you can never know the outcome…you can never know for sure. So I tried not to project…not to expect to be hurt… But I am not … Continue reading Broken Grief
Colloquially Speaking 