Therapy

Its is not my plan
to forage emotions
to dig them up from the dirt
of trauma and angst
but there is no nectar to suckle
even if my tongue is parched
some of my memories are tumultuous
crowding the air too thick
others sneak in like ninjas
all quiet feet and sharpened blades
always on the verge of a strike
slicing quickly and to the bone

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She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, homeschool mom, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.