Therapy

I'm feeling very fragmented at the moment ...

Insides cant make words nor pictures 

silence in colour bleeds in my heart 

in truth, two wounded to 

speak so boldly 

no victory has adorned me as yet

as if there ever could be a

final standing place in this journey that 

separates me from what connects me to the next chapter 

that could ever make a moments sense 

with out the other 

and also no blackness, whiteness 

or segregation but

just blending of colour, shades, 

stretching out out far and wide

never ending and never beginning 

 

*flips the script 

What of what makes sense 

I feel trapped in my paper 

scrunched up and tight 

it's just like a heart pumping 

in ..... and out.....

this poem like a breath 

with out the flow 

why search for perfect clarity when 

my clarity is fake 

mind heart divide 

Something is just not making sense inside 

my heart in pieces 

my mind in space 

* she melts a little at this point

Compassion compassion compassion

the final missing ingredient 

the thread I always forget 

oh yea 

now this makes perfect sense 

Hiding my anger in order to try and write a perfect poem 

this is my mistake 

Just can't seem to let it go

this trip wire 

this hiding from my resting place 

the truth 

No words, no pictures, just colour 

in silence ..

 

 

Reviews

[Amila Jay]

I feel your words .. a wonderful write. Excellent :))

[Distant horizons]

Heart in pieces, mind in space. I feel that.

[Mark D]

This is amazing, as good as anything I've read on here. Thanks for sharing it and well done. It really says something special.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I adore your subject choice, I really believe in your artistic spirit. This felt a bit surrealistic to me.

"Compassion compassion compassion
the final missing ingredient"

- I think that every single day.