Burning, running , flowing, cutting, deep, endless RAGE. Savage, freezing , shouting, screaming fucking RAGE. Bloody, broken, drunk and stoned oblivion, fragile, small suicidal RAGE. Breathless, hoarse, wild, roaring RAGE. Lonely, desolate, empty inconsolable RAGE. Crying, weeping hot and sweet, real raw RAGE. This is the internal package my rapists Continue Reading
Snake
Become like a snake, shedding skins, returning to nakedness. Layer upon layer, you will find yourself, travelling through the fire of pain because there is no other way. Hold your hand, steady now, you are young and delicate and you will grow so strong by giving your child a voice. Continue Reading
Odd Beauty
Last week I had a memory, well the final part of a memory that has been working it’s way out of my system for a while now, since December 2019. By my system I mean my mind, body and Soul connection, child and adult, every part of me that feels Continue Reading
Mothering the child.
Many times I’ve just wanted to give up on life . The pain of the abuse seemed overwhelming. I wanted it to stop and translated that into feeling, I want to die. But I would reach that point of wanting no return and realise it was the pain of the Continue Reading