Welcome to the Poetic Resurrection podcast where we explore perceptions.
How self-reflecting questions can give you a better understanding of self.
I'm your host,
Sonia Iris Lozada.
Stay tuned.
If you feel safe and loved,
Your brain becomes specialized in exploration,
Play,
And cooperation.
If you are frightened and unwanted,
It specializes in managing feelings of fear and abandonment.
From the author Bessel van der Kolt,
From the Body Keeps the Score.
The interview with Dr.
Nancy Hinman was informative.
Several healing techniques were discussed and as mentioned,
Mine is poetry.
At the end of most podcasts,
I like to include a poem.
The one I chose is called Silhouette from my book Inspire Me Perception and it's a true story that occurred when my friends and I were in our 20s.
I chose not to add this at the end because I felt someone who went through a traumatic experience doesn't want to hear about another one.
I kept asking myself what lesson was I supposed to learn from that experience?
Being aware of my surroundings?
Maybe it's just me sharing this story as the lesson.
When explaining this story to others,
I was told that I was unlucky.
But I saw the opposite.
I was very lucky to have survived and be able to share my experiences with you.
I felt I was protected.
I don't know from what,
But it's what I felt.
And here's my poem,
Silhouette.
A dark shadow appears.
Soul shakes.
The body suspends.
A story of an altered spirit who manifests soon in the deepest of night.
Shadow essence two week visit encompasses my thoughts and sleep.
If present,
She'll be safe.
Who do you speak of,
Spirit?
A man's silhouette in the early morning as the street lights gleam upon glistening muscle tone.
The sun peaks as my roommate dreams,
Unconscious of his gaze.
In the darkness,
A gun rises in his hand,
Aims at my roommate's head.
Silence takes over as the smoke aura scars her fate.
Dream propels my slumber and go to her room.
If I'm present,
She'll be safe repeats.
Sunlight dances on my face as the night story whispers away.
She awakens.
Had that dream again,
Didn't you?
Yes.
Three full moons calendar the sky.
Gotham called her home.
She's safe.
Chi-town childhood friend summer evening visit Sunset Strip.
Summer heat,
Sleep half nude as the evening completes at midnight.
Vocal and joyful friends' jest of a man at the window where the drapes billow.
Amusement drains the night as the muscles gleaming silhouette appears.
She runs into my bedroom.
Gun points at third eye,
Forced out of the comfort into the lifeless living room.
Essence extends my body as I guard the front door.
Think you're going somewhere,
He shouts.
Gun points to sit by piano.
The silent melody piano bench where I abide.
On the floor,
He casts me as he bears my skin from sheet.
Little sister weeps and window slams,
Fearing discovery of his carnal acts.
Guilt survival mission defuses the present,
Escaping.
Leap two steps.
First landing.
Leap again.
Gun at head.
Blinding movie screen of my life flashes steals my sight.
Land on corner of step and propelled onto the ground.
Not dying,
Not tonight.
Street or parking lot.
A straight shot,
I will not be as I hide besides cars until I can jump concrete fence dividing the building.
Footsteps dissipate.
The blood curling screams echo in the distance.
Climb many stair steps in a man's stands with two dogs.
Please call the police,
I beg.
I think my friend is dead.
His girlfriend's pink robe drapes a childhood fear.
We hide.
Police state.
Stay inside.
Helicopters beaming lights.
Trouble sirens and watchful dogs ease chaotic street.
An hour and a half,
A knock.
Police state.
He escaped.
Assault another woman and stole her car.
Friends approach in a cloud of disbelief sobbing.
They heard my fall,
Calling,
No answer,
And saw my death in his hands.
Police,
He'll return.
Neighbor held us safe and we slept on her floor.
My scarred friends left the next day.
Never went back.
He never paid.
Warning of the silhouette,
But I didn't understand.
Premonition and its real impact.
Checking doors and windows for a year,
But I know I saved my friends because I was there.
Thank you for listening to Silhouette from Inspire Me Perception.
Please listen to the accompanying meditation with affirmations that help with trauma.
Many blessings.
