Your worth was given at birth.
It is value you try to prove–if you must.
Trust the journey.
Every day you become more than you were yesterday.
Your life is worth.
Your humanity is worth.
Your smile is worth.
Your tears are worth.
Your pain is worth.
Your joy is worth … is worth the time and the space you inhibit.
Value is added.
What is it you want to give?
How do you want to serve?
Into the Wild Woods
The fox cackled
Loudly
The night breeze caught
A scent
The mouse quietly
Scuttled
The bat chased
Intent
The hedgehog clomps
Noisy
The night owl carries
Prey
And I stand still–a monolith
A wild-woman overlay
Avenger Angel
When I was made
Into blood and bone
My shield was lost
My sword was thrown
Came to in a place of
Water and stone
Which I was now
To call my home
My flaming sword
Whereabouts unknown
A burning drive
For justice grown
Sabre tooth tiger
I pace alone
Melting glaciers
Leaving loam
Sacrificed, reborn, consigned, the henge
Beware I will be back for my revenge
Projections
Fear
Projects condescension and spite
Grief
Projects anger and rage
Shame
Projects self righteousness
Guilt
Projects dehumanisation
The Projector burns holes into the slides
Self righteousness has been in too long
Truth
A new slide
Projected onto the narcissist
Desperate to quelch the flames
Mirror images are waiting
Alone
Mirages of former hope
Waiting
Dreaming
That one day
One day not too late
You turn
To look
Into
The mirror
Projections can be fierce both for the person who (often) unknowingly projects, as their perception of reality and relationships can be challenging to live with. And the projectee as they constantly are given aspects which are not part of their reality or identity. Becoming aware from both sides is important.
Parental Alienation
Interacting through art
The only way to be part
Warped realities thwart
Truth in love apart
Until you come into yourself
These are the times that’ll help
To plant your feet in kelp
Entangle your roots back to your self
That be the time you understand
The breadcrumbs leading across all lands
Where always meant to be the way home
Through tears and joy–back to blood and bones
That’ll be the days of brave
When standing tall within yourself is save
Went to see stepchild's graduation exhibition. The only way for dad to interact. PA was visious, aggressive, full of lies and warped realities. Don't know how many times I wished we understood PA earlier.
Don’t Quit
Never quit because someone asks why
Your weird and wonderful hobby
Dancing in the rain
Singing it loud
Hugging a tree
Talk to strange cats
Smell a flower
Buy more fabric
Buy more paint
Even if you don’t know the dress or quilt yet
Even if you cannot yet see the painting
Don’t let others’ ‘Why?’
Stop your joy*
*(Well obviously as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. Just in case you are looking for an excuse here.)
Forgiveness is not my job
Forgive her, him, them
What for?
Healing?
Pish!
Closure?
Posh!
Peace of mind?
Ha!
Let go
Let go of all that is not yours to carry
Shame, hate, pain, anger, violence
Send it back
Send it back
Return to sender
What's mine is mine
What's yours is yours
Don't fret
Ponder
Rumage
Let go
Set yourself free
But forgiveness?
Forgive yourself always!
Forgive them, him, her?
Not your job.
None of your business!
That his, her, their soul work to undertake
None of your business
Set yourself free
By claiming you
Your youness
Your power
Your light
Your strength
Your happiness
Unburden yourself
From carrying the weight of the perpetrator
It's not yours to carry
It's not your path to walk
They wanted you to
To join them in darkness
To join them in pain
To join them in shame
To follow their insanity
Just
Do
Not
Walk this path
Choose
Choose freedom
Choose your own path
And let go
You are not obliged to forgive
Send this back to
Them, her, him
Exhaustion
I am just going to sleep it off
Even my exhaustion is exhausted
Too many things piled up at ones
After sleep
I am going to put my hands in soil
And usher growth
Out of depleted suburb dirt
I nap in the midday sun
Heat setting my face alight
The half open bedroom window turned pedestal
As a starling loudly announces
That he proudly destroyed the airvent cover
And oh what a wonderful nest he has built
In the roofbeams of our insulated attick
I can hear them move in
Little feet trampling like a heard of rhinos overhead
Nothing to be done now
I am not one to destroy a hopeful nest
I open my eyes
Time to stop napping
For now
Man from Another Time
Panting he stood on the platform
Red tongue nervously flicking over bloody burst lips
Gulping for air, for water, for life
His train gone
Taillights blinking out
Like his vanishing star
Things changed too much
People lost caring
Caring about borders, about othering
About rules
Chaos everywhere
He couldn’t cope
Hate burnt his heart, his soul
Muddled his mind
And now
Now his train left and he is stuck
In the land of plenty
With
No.
Way.
Out.
Roots
As I said we are all woven into stories
Stories are woven around us
—through us
We are made of stories
GAGATATACATATGGCTAGCAAAGGAGAAGAAC…
It’s easier to say: ‘Once upon a time.’
Than read out loud encoded double helix stories
Of who we are and where we came from
A roadmap to the past
To the ones who brought pain
Your are of my blood
I am of your blood
I carry your story
But I live my own
I am not responsible for your decisions
I am responsible for mine
I won’t carry your guilt, shame and anger
I carry my own light
To the ones who loved unconditionally
Your blood sings in my veins
I stand in your strength
Your light amplifies mine
I carry your compassion
Your magic is my wonder
I feel your love still
Your joy carries me through rough seas
Even though I never knew you
You are part of me
I am part of you
Storyfae 