POEM of the Day ~ Not every soul that wanders….

Not every soul Not every soul That wanders Is lost in trauma and fear.   Not every soul That wanders Is safe in denial and dream.   Not every soul...       Fellow Bloggers writing about Dissociation: Fighting for a Future: Dissociation, Protective As An Child, Dangerous As An Adult  

Poem on Friday: Black Dog

This poem is in answer to this poetry prompt. I might have posted it recently in another post. Black Dog he rests at my side always ready to bring me down   bring me down to rest in deep Sadness   *she is the entire opposite to what a black dog usually stands for. One … Continue reading Poem on Friday: Black Dog

#FRAPALYMO PROMPT TRANSLATION FOR NOVEMBER 14TH, 2018

After a hopeful prompt yesterday, we'll go for a remembrance of the special sort today. Today is the day of the hole punch, however, I had no time to properly research an English page for the prompt. You can read everything about the history of the hole punch and Google's doodle from last year here … Continue reading #FRAPALYMO PROMPT TRANSLATION FOR NOVEMBER 14TH, 2018

Poem of the Day: Losing my souls/Gedicht des Tages: Ich verliere meine Seelen

I am not sure if I have published this one on this blog before. But it is worth repeating. Another poem of my "Lost Souls" series. losing my souls time and time again I am losing my souls one for the pain one for the joy one for the duty one for the treachery one stays … Continue reading Poem of the Day: Losing my souls/Gedicht des Tages: Ich verliere meine Seelen

Poem of the Day: A Century of Sleep

I still feel this exhaustion that I tried to express in this poem. There is an age-old exhaustion in survivors. You cannot imagine what it takes out of you to be on high alert continuously because danger is your normal. You cannot imagine what it takes out of you when nightmares haunt you night by … Continue reading Poem of the Day: A Century of Sleep

Poem of the Day: Gathering

(another one of my "Lost Souls" poems) Gathering My lost souls gather: There is the angry one shouting. There is the gentle one weeping. There is the little one scared. There is the creative one making sense. There is the mad one losing control. There is the sensible on coordinating... BUT what are their names? … Continue reading Poem of the Day: Gathering

Poem of the Day: Shields

(This poem was written for my "Lost Souls" poetry series) Shields Night falls over my lost souls. They stand strong against the Dark Knights. One by One they hold up their shields: The angry one holds up desire; The gentle one holds up love; The little one holds up grief; The creative one holds up … Continue reading Poem of the Day: Shields