INK BLOTSA Poem by HelenaFor Yos' contest "Be your own Therapist"
Gone my façade when I see the ink blots this morning reality is caste before my eyes my naked thoughts laid bare a trap... a crack in my psyche withers images flight or flight emotions appear strong, but tissue thin as I open Pandora’s box where fleeing demons melt into oblivion I slip into the reality of now and cast away the then that seems to consume our sessions What do you see? you ask again…
© Helena May 2009 © 2009 HelenaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 9, 2009Last Updated on May 27, 2009 AuthorHelenaAustraliaAboutBorn at Sydney N.S.W. and lived there until moving near to the Gold Coast Qld. on Australias beautiful east coast. I have 3 sons, 3 grandsons and two grandaughters all who are the .. more..Writing
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