Post PTS Me
Will the real me please stand up!
No, not that hypervigilant rabbit.
The real Wendy
No, not that self-effacing nobody.
The real Wendy
Not the one who reaches out to others
in learned helplessness.
Where is Wendy free of trauma?
Is there such a one?
Can I ever truly know me, sans PTSD?
Who is this Wendy? I have not yet met her
but I am searching.
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In Expansion
I thought I was my fear
I thought I was my fear
I thought I was my fear
She is not me.
I thought I was my tears
I thought I was my tears
I thought I was my tears
She is not me.
My startle response, ever present—No,
not me.
My years of disconnection, hooking up
with harmful people, causing harm,
dropping those who do no harm.
No, she is not me.
Self-doubt, self-abnegation, self-less, help-less.
These words are not me.
I am new in the burning universe.
Each moment, I become free.
The real Wendy
don’t need
High heel red pumps
Or a yellow brick road
Just to inspire those…
In her class she beholds, to…
Take a route along the beach
A detour through and
From Wendy’s Cove
Into Perfect spot, in her minds meadow..
You just created a blueprint
The future will unfold..
Its paved in rocks, silver and gold……
The “future will unfold”
in “paved” “rocks, silver and gold”
in the eyes of those who
behold my message. They give to me
and I give to them on a “yellow brick road”
of possibility and new becomings.
Students give hope, sculpt me.
–in appreciation
The real Wendy
don’t need
High heel red pumps
Or a yellow brick road
Just to inspire those…
In her class she beholds, to…
Take a route along the beach
A detour through and
From Wendy’s Cove
Into Perfect spot, in her minds meadow..
You just created a blueprint
The future will unfold..
Its paved in rocks, silver and gold……
The “future will unfold”
in “paved” “rocks, silver and gold”
in the eyes of those who
behold my message. They give to me
and I give to them on a “yellow brick road”
of possibility and new becomings.
Students give hope, sculpt me.
–in appreciation
I loved these poems. We need to keep reminding ourselves of who we are, and not to allow our hurts and disappointments make this decision for us – but you say it so much better! Thanks.
I loved these poems. We need to keep reminding ourselves of who we are, and not to allow our hurts and disappointments make this decision for us – but you say it so much better! Thanks.
Many thanks. Isn’t it marvelous that we have the power to sculpt who we are? One of the many blessings we are given.
Many thanks. Isn’t it marvelous that we have the power to sculpt who we are? One of the many blessings we are given.
Wow! I`m a fan of these poems. I really like encouragements in a form of a poem! =D
JC, do you write poems?
Wow! I`m a fan of these poems. I really like encouragements in a form of a poem! =D
JC, do you write poems?
In William Shakespear’s Hamlet, Polonius says “to thine own self be true.” These poems remind me of that 🙂
Well said! We must continually define ourselves to ourselves and remain true to what we are discovering.
In William Shakespear’s Hamlet, Polonius says “to thine own self be true.” These poems remind me of that 🙂
Well said! We must continually define ourselves to ourselves and remain true to what we are discovering.
Both poems were nice but I liked the 2nd one better
I like the repetition in the second poem.
Both poems were nice but I liked the 2nd one better
I like the repetition in the second poem.