Shattered Glass Life After Abuse

Sometimes what stirs in the mind and soul spills out in a way that feels more like broken pieces found after a storm rips through a town. I am learning that allowing the free associations to come lightens the load I carry that can't find its place to compartmentalize. Humans need means to let go. Writing Poetry is my way. It isn't a picture of my current state of mind, but simply a dance of words, and expression of madness that is healthy, not harmful. Words released in wild display somehow is freeing and brings happiness. Sometimes I think we need to stop trying to explain. Hope is always found in knowing God and being in His presence. I listened to the thoughts in my head And noticed I was drifting. Seated behind the wheel of a car My soul watched me moving away. Is it because I am tired? Or am I coming unglued? I don't know, can't tell. Just familiar - what I used to do. Dissociation comes. Even when it isn't called. It shows up on it own. ...

Not every time can we know what some needs, We think it is just another normal day,  It may be for us, but not for another, So we tread on, as any other would, Seeing no need for extra sensitivity For people that surround us commonly In a happy home the memories and the sounds We can't see the shades shifting into grays Because to us they still seem like blues, How simple a task it is to ask for  Permission to unfold our music on hold But what gift we can give to the other side If only we could see how our activity  Lived out in the mind and soul as another comes unglued. Didn't mean to beat her, didn't mean to kick her with my shoe, Throwing water into her face, I truly tripped into the space. Don't you worry child, she was there for you, Don't you worry child, It isn't what you do, Clear tear drips in place, doesn't even come from grace, She wanted so much more but couldn't hold it together She hea...