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2 poems

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.

 

0 Responses to 2 poems

  1. 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

  2. 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

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. In William Shakespear’s Hamlet, Polonius says “to thine own self be true.” These poems remind me of that 🙂

  6. In William Shakespear’s Hamlet, Polonius says “to thine own self be true.” These poems remind me of that 🙂

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