Tag: self-help

The girl with technicolor pelt.

She dare shine an array of colour in the light of the grey moon. Infinities of thorns encircling her frame. Caged wild heart thundering echoes in the silence. She travels alone in the shadows not to be seen. Forever hidden. For they will slay her – feed her to the wolves. To be stripped of…… Continue reading The girl with technicolor pelt.

Unmasking.

All I do is nothing. All I do is everything, in totality, in wholeness, wholesomeness, defensiveness, regardlessness, defiance, necessarily, selflessly, creatively, confusingly, delicately disastrously, contradictingly, ‘pre-meditatedly’, consciously, disconnectedly, contrastingly, loudly-silently, defeatedly – aggressively, despairingly, confusedly, hopefully – naively – in denial – defiantly, respectfully, nothing – left – of – me – but – you…… Continue reading Unmasking.

Chronic Illness

What do I gain in ‘sharing’ my pain? Not much at all That’s why I refrain I slip on that mask On myself I do task The pretence that I am the same Hold back my tears Ignore all my fears That one day incapacitation will reign My body My rock Forever in shock But…… Continue reading Chronic Illness

Where The Wild Things Are

Boundless are the valleys and mountains that lay ahead and
Evanesce in my wake

Sorrow.

Agony fire all over

Help Needed.

I am looking for men and women who have had experience with Hampshire Constabulary when reporting Domestic Abuse. I am collating data and would love to hear any feedback you have for me, both positive and negative. My intention is my to disgrace nor promote, simply evaluate facts. I cannot do this with figures alone.…… Continue reading Help Needed.

Fight or Flight?

We all have within us the instinctual fight or flight response, and a tendency to lean one way or the other. Capable of both, however, depending on our nature we will have an inclination towards one more than the other. I am Flight. I have been running away my entire life. The first time I…… Continue reading Fight or Flight?

Lanterns

I carried a candle crafted from the wax of my soul. Fragile wick, burning off centre and flawed. Until I followed a new light and set my candle aside. Faithfully followed the path that it shone for me. Until I could see the flickering glow from my own candle no more. I traversed new lands.…… Continue reading Lanterns

Servitude.

I never felt enough