All Writing & Art, Elephant Journal, Poetry. Prose. Letters., Published Work

The Last Time. 

Because emotional abuse can be just as destructive as other types of abuse and this was the last time... "i don’t remember the first time we spoke, but i remember the last; words dripping from your mouth like a poison you believed i would drink. and i would have once believed it too, i was… Continue reading The Last Time. 

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Please Don’t Wait For Me (I’m Not Coming Back)

I'm sorry I left you, dear one. I'm sorry I left so unceremoniously, without satisfactory explanations or word of when I would return. You see, I didn't know where I was going, or even that I had begun leaving, I just knew I couldn’t stay; I was changing, I had changed. I didn't belong within… Continue reading Please Don’t Wait For Me (I’m Not Coming Back)

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In the Mirror (my worst days)

This is what it feels like on my worst days. This is what I see in the mirror when my ptsd/trauma/depression/anxiety/abuse memory is taking a firm grip.  I created this partly during a moment of feeling all this, partly while sitting outside of the feeling, observing it. But I put it to one side in… Continue reading In the Mirror (my worst days)

All Writing & Art, Articles / Longer Pieces, Published Work, The Good Men Project

Dear Childhood

Dear Childhood, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t show up for you sooner. For a long time I didn’t know you were there. And when I met you, I didn’t have room for you in my life. You see, you are an ocean and I was happily paddling in my pools of denial. I didn’t… Continue reading Dear Childhood

All Writing & Art, Articles / Longer Pieces, Poetry. Prose. Letters., Published Work, Rebelle Society

oh darling, i see all of you

Oh darling, do you think I do not see? Do you think I do not see your hand quivering as you raise it to your mouth to stop the deafening sound from escaping?  Do you think I do not see your legs give way to the weight of your secrets and the strength of your… Continue reading oh darling, i see all of you

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(my abusers) did you know?

  With your hands around my throat, did you know I would feel them in two decades time? That sometimes living would feel like slow death through the memory of hands In places that make me shudder and shame in remembrance? Your face stares at me, in the dark, in the light, just as you… Continue reading (my abusers) did you know?

All Writing & Art, Journey of the Heart, Poetry. Prose. Letters., Published Work

Mirror of My Eyes {a poem}

Maybe at the start there was me Maybe in the end there was you Oh heart, you shone Out of the window to my mind Into the reflection of my soul I took you down To the chasm of my womb Where you grew beyond all I could sustain I tried I raised mountains to… Continue reading Mirror of My Eyes {a poem}

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Not Today

There might come a day when I can look back on all the months I spent hiding, scared of you, jumping at the sound of a ringing phone, at your voice, trembling as I anticipated every update of your terrorisingly inevitable demise, and understand why you put us through so much pain; But that day… Continue reading Not Today

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A Conversation with my Inner Child: “Oh Little One, I am Listening, I am Here.”

 Oh Little One.  You have been screaming all night and I want you to know that I hear you.  I know you won't believe me just yet. I have ignored your sobs all day. I have made you feel like you are wrong to be crying out in such a way. Like you should not… Continue reading A Conversation with my Inner Child: “Oh Little One, I am Listening, I am Here.”