(i write to heal. this is for healing)
WARNING: might be triggering with mentions of abuse, but they are not explicit in any way.
Dear Mum,
I don’t hate you.
I really don’t.
I know that you had a hard time.
…a really hard time…
Yes. I know this.
I do.
But, I hurt, too.
…
a poem about healing
a reminder(her) – November 10
each day, i am reminded that we are really so much more than this dis-ease. we are. we really, really, really, are.... so much more than this disease. whatever, whichever, this or that disease may be. and so... even if we are not in recovery…
by ariana sexton-hughes
sometimes
……….some
times…….
i…………..
……………i…………..
……………i…………..
hide…………………..
not from the world
no…………………….
i hide from myself
……………….from the me that i am….
and…………
the me that i want…….
to be………
………………it’s hard…..
so very very very hard when………
i go into hiding from the me that i am
and………the me that i want to be………….
“why?”
one might wonder
why must i hide? “why?”
if i have chosen to strengthen my…
a poem by ariana sexton-hughes
when i write….
….perhaps, to heal….
i love…. the texture, the touch,
the sensation,
that….
“feel”
the gentle “click, click, click” of the keys…
….the real deal is what i need.
yes,
that
energy
the intensity that amazing… ………….propensity ………….to measure……………..so tactile ………………that tickle of pressure
…..of pleasure
yes….
………..this ………..pleasure i treasure……………
