Oh dear dear dear, I can only say oh dear.. I know what that is all about having suffered your road for 11 years, and I suffered to the point I really thought death would be a better option to life. Just remember one thing, when you think after many years all you want to do is die, you'll most likely finally make the changes you need to make to be well again.. And I hate to be a kill joy but state of mind is a good deal of it. Much love Emily.
Oh dear dear dear, I can only say oh dear.. I know what that is all about having suffered your road for 11 years, and I suffered to the point I really thought death would be a better option to life. Just remember one thing, when you think after many years all you want to do is die, you'll most likely finally make the changes you need to make to be well again.. And I hate to be a kill joy but state of mind is a good deal of it. Much love Emily.
This is a great poem for expressing how you feel and letting the world know that your are ok being you. The flow is easy to follow and the topic is a deep one.
fabulous. this mental torture made by others but you walk away from it spiritually, that's how I understand this poem. I know one cannot walk away when you have family and children. Loved this.
Someone once told me the symbols in dreams are subjective..but I think 'selective' would have been a better word choice..
because w/ all the data from Jung and Campbell and Jaynes and the quantum physicists, there's far too much evidence in the value and power of decisions
so there's all these universal and personal truths that shape and guide our lives, and we've got a wealth of information and mis-information to wade through
and if we're diligent and/or lucky we'll find some sort of peace and useful methods/techniques to guide us that are right for us, and also if we're lucky we'll find a handful of people to treat us w/ the same respect and admiration that we wish for ourselves and others.
So, yea, that said, keep going..make all the mistakes and forward progress you can..accept all the joy and insight you can from this mixed up and beautiful world
I've seen a hornet savagely attack a butterfly..I've seen a flying grasshopper get smacked by a sports car and lie in the middle of the road..and I'm not Jesus but i touched it and it flew away..I did the same for a dragon fly who flew on some guy's chest on the beach..that time there were witnesses..I didn't claim to be a messiah..i was just some hungover a*****e who was laying in his own vomit on the deck by the pool the night before who'd read a book about trauma as it relates to the animal world
it really doesn't matter if I'm an a*****e or who thinks I am or am not. it only matters who I try to be I think..and if I'm wrong..well, I had a couple semi-original thoughts along the way..it's hard to believe w/ the infinite array of universes that anything is original or that anything is exactly the same as anything else
IDK it's fun to ramble at midnight...whoot!
Emily i loved how you said 'i am still the woman my mother made'..i feel many of us have been through what you express so lucidly here,to be trapped in this thick hazy complexity of words.I read the phrases I am not quite ready
Great write...........and one I needed to hear today, you are so right, so many people telling you how to live,what to change etc, and then I wonder if anyone is listening to me at all!
Great flow and a nice rant!
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..