mollis et pacifica

Two days without sleep is apparently too much now

The imprint of the door hinge screams at a low cranial whisper

Mind defending reality

“Things have changed

there will be grace

Resting isn’t an unforgivable sin.”

THEY RETURNED

notifications blaring

doors slamming

“Is it me?”

it was….

The leaf blower began

The impression of that old migraine

Sinks deeper into each sulci

seducing nausea

The leaf blower holds a constant violent note

Battled to find protection…

it was nowhere in sight.

…so iSpoke

The small gash echoes their message

“Do you need to go to the ER? Hospital? No? then!…”

right as hot tears well

They retort “Yeah it’s like that!”

Coming home from Barbados to sewing patterns on the table and dog hair on the wooden floor was too much for them….

Graciously, full ears drown out the words whispered between mAI name

Until the cold silence returns again

Coming out of the cave revealed

Clothes packed in trash bags

Belongings boxed up

In the place of mercy

Rules were found

No wonder the lessons learned were

to lie

to hide

to crave the blessing of being dust again

“A new thing”:

quietly

with patient kindness in hand

iAsk God

what’s needed next

to clear this level and fly to freedom

It’s a challenge

When you’d rather be comfortable

have it all your way

control.

It’s suffocating and

if there’s anything to be said imo…

Die.

To everything that keeps you there

To everyone you’ve stayed for

To everyplace that anchors you somewhere you don’t belong

You don’t even know how many will be freed

The snow outside - Kaoru Yamada