Exploring Hurt And Healing

This collection of poems delves into the feelings of needing to fix or save others that women often struggle with, myself included. Through these poems, I have explored my own need to save others and the truth that they don't need saving. The final poem, Sacrament, explores the link between suffering and attachment and the hopeful message that connecting to oneself opens up the universe.

Content Warning: This collection does deal with themes of depression and trauma. If these are topics that will be harmful to you, please do not listen.

Transcript

The content of this poem may be emotionally challenging.

It references themes of abuse and trauma.

If these topics are triggering for you,

Please find something that'll nourish you and that'll be good for you instead.

I don't mind if you don't listen to these things because it'll hurt you.

I want you to be happy and healthy,

So go find some puppies to watch instead.

Flashback.

Gentle path of Orpheus shattered,

Oblivion caged.

Decaying horror,

Maggots debride.

Memory behind a locked mind.

Icicles.

Glassy and wet.

Water in a white dress.

Thrashing,

The eye with a thick ick right in the middle.

C curving around the L,

Sharp as a sickle.

Cracking with the small brittle twisted twigs,

Abandoned by the bare breast.

Solidifying around a hiss,

Smoke swishing drops in the quiet snow.

Why can't I save you?

There's nothing more that I can do.

How can I save you when you don't want to save yourself?

Your hopelessness seeps through your eyes,

Smothering my light.

How can I move you when you see no hope?

Your pain and blackness threaten to overwhelm me,

To take me with you.

How can I reach you when you push me away?

Wait.

Don't have to save you.

To be as real and uncensored as an accidental picture.

Vulnerable and risky.

Because what if fear flames fear?

But no.

You need to be seen.

To be felt.

To be known.

I don't have to save you.

I just have to love you.

Sacrament.

She dances with emotions,

Filling her very being,

Swirling ribbons of thought,

Tangling her brain.

She dances with hatred,

Pulsing red-hot in her mind.

Self-hatred searing welts on skin,

On heart.

She dances with emptiness,

Void of substance.

Nothing inside,

But static.

She dances with love,

Not knowing,

Understanding.

Sensations,

Warmth,

Care.

Misery is all she knows.

She dances with happiness,

Frightened and alone,

Running from unknown,

Striving for a solution.

She dances with herself,

Finding her way in the choreography written in her heart.

She dances alone,

Waiting,

Wanting,

Wishing.

Clairvoyant.

My dreams come true on rainy nights when lights blow out.

Enchantment seeps,

Expanding superstition.