Tuesday, 13 December 2016

November 30. 2016 (December 13, 2016)

The age of six
I have been told
To suck it up.

It came
To strong emotions.

My angry outburst
During therapy
Shocked and angered

Feeling like
I'm a failure
For releasing 
This negative emotion.

As guilt 
And anger
Filled me.

In breaking
A taboo
I need removed
From my life.

And yet
It scares me
To do so.

Will be forced
To face life
Without this filter.

In all
Of it's rawness
And intensity.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Not sure, if I should call this, a breakthrough session, in allowing some of my suppressed anger, to release, in a safe and controlled manner. In the past, people have reacted surprised, when I have let my anger loose. As if, they expect me, to not have any anger, within me, because I am slow to release it. 

Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Upon The Front Lines (December 7, 2016)

My soul
Is the battleground
Upon which
A war is 
Being waged.

Among multiple fronts
For control.

Every exploding shell
Renders my soulscape
Into a thousand 
Jagged piercing shards.

Each front
A different element
Of my universe
Bursting forth
Into thick acrid smoke.

To choke
My existence

A battle weary soldier
My soul seeks
A permanent ceasefire
Ending all hostilities.

An unilateral surrender
Is tantamount to
A death sentence
For me.

I'm not prepare
To face
Just yet.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: A metaphor for how I am feeling right now.

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