Blue Knot

He often looks up the calming blue sky
That’s the clarity he holds on to
combating the tangled emotions he lives with

He has been him for so long
and he has been fighting this complex battle ever since
He cannot comprehend it all
not now or not ever
Some past is best left undiscovered
and some history is best unknown

He loves the blue sky as his earliest memory
He remembers looking up from the darkness and he saw the same clear blue sky

Writer’s note about Blue Knot
Knot – adults survived child trauma and abuse often experience complex trauma resembles a knot
Blue – the colour of the sky resembles hope

The Blue Knot Foundation Australia resources and services

Ten Minutes Sun and Letting God

She walked along the strip in front of her apartment
back and forth, back and forth slowly
with a tender back
It’s worth it
and all she could manage
ten minutes in the sun
in the middle of Winter

There was no work to go to
no appointment to attend
no fund to go out
Everything in life at that point
was out of her control
She had never learned to be doing nothing
up until that Winter

It was a humbling experience indeed
There was no help from anyone
when everyone else was experiencing more or less the same thing:
jobless and soon to be homeless

Now she is sitting in the garden of a women’s refugee
ten minutes in the sun
in the beginning of Summer
and she manages a few thanksgiving and prayer
She happily handed all control to the Boss upstairs
after she realised through all that
she was kept warm, well fed and the sun has been shining

The Hope Reminder

He carried two rocks in his pocket.
It started as an anxiety alleviator.
There was something about
these minerals clanking together.
Their excruciating fiction in time
grew into soothing melody.

He keeps carrying these two
now edgeless rocks
hoping his turbulent marriage
will soon be harmonious canoeing
after such long-haul conflict.
These two rocks are his hope reminder.

Yesterday No More

Once upon a time
she would let people
drown her rice paper self esteem
with boastful spits.

Nowadays,
she tries to reconcile
with her past no more
because dwelling on
what was once before
is a complete waste of life.

She only wants to leave
ample trace of
joy and healing.

Fast Forward Button for Failure

I don’t understand
Why we can be so stuck
In our failures
Unable to let them go
Refuse to let them hinder
Our present
And beyond

I imagine
The purpose of
Over drinking
Is to numb the pain
The humiliation
So we don’t feel
So we still have hope
Then why
Go back to lick up
The putrid vomit
To experience
the unwanted pain

We are complicated
Contradictory
As humans
Sometimes
Beyond our logical mind
Undeniably insane
We are

Snowflakes

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The two snowflakes collide 
in the blizzard
They cling on to each other 
to survive the gale
When the morning sun shines
their hearts melt a little
They break into big grins
just in time for Spring

Late

The Living Poetry prompt – Late

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Love is worthy of waiting
All the past tribulation
and perseverance
lead to the great encounter
Love never arrives late
as life is never filled
with bitter regrets
instead
it is full of reward
for those who seek love

Unfailing Heart

her heart endured a lot

it was once
provoked to anger by betrayal
broken as a result of blunt rejection
too tired too weak to respond
bled out to a slow death

and yet
her heart is still
raw
open
fighting
imbued with passion

macro shot of heart shaped cut out
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A Heart of Emerald

RoBIN gave me this prompt unintentionally.

 

God has given her a heart of emerald
She became the purveyor of love and hope
People wallow in despair
She sees through the fog
carries hope in darkness
speaks the future and truths

 

heart leaf green shadow play
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