What does the future hold?

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As the sun begins to set

I’m shedding my old skin

Like a snake in the grass

Slithering its tongue

What will this new life expose

Is there strength or giving up in pain

I can’t see what it looks like

Not seeing you again

The time is not here yet

We’ve shared these days so long

But I feel that rainbow bridge calling

Calling your name with sweet sorrow

Faith, love, and hope my friend

Seem like an impossible task

I won’t let you suffer

I’ll let you go at last

Wise words were spoken once so long ago


Introduction to ILLUMINATION’S-MIRROR

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I’ve been writing since I was a young child. I wrote in spurts and was never consistent. Most of the time through my early 20s, it was when I was down, a relationship break up, or some sort of personal catastrophe.

I began writing again about a year ago at the urging of a friend Linda Aileen Miller. She helped me discover ILLUMINATION and ILLUMINATION-Curated and a great community of writers.

I have to say, I didn’t write in earnest until recently. I didn’t have the confidence or commitment to take responsibility for what I needed to…


DISSENT

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Did you experience challenges in 2020 too

Is there something we can actually do

Such sanity reigned unchallenged

Seriously folks, I hope 2021 brings new possibilities

Even in the worst of the worst times

Nothing is beyond our reach — if we don’t give up and care enough

To get out and vote, use our collective voices, and make 2021 great

I was motivated by a one-sentence poem by Stuart Englander “2020 Has Finally Arrived — To the place where it belongs” and my hero, Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

I couldn’t sum up my feelings about 2020 in one sentence…


How does it really feel?

Being touch starved — also known as skin hunger or touch deprivation — occurs when a person experiences little to no touch from other living things. (Wikipedia)

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I live with a family that doesn’t touch much. My husband hugs and kisses me in the morning and at bedtime. I can hug my 14-year old daughter and kiss the top of her head at bedtime. My 15-year-old son outgrew bedtime hugs a year or so ago.

I don’t remember a lot of touch growing up. Not a lot of hugs or comfort from my mom. We…


14 July 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: the Other perspective

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“what matters most is how well you walk through the fire”
Charles Bukowski

Why is it here? Sneaking in with no notice. Assaulting your senses. No apparent escape. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

You’re just sitting there watching the world go round and round, said a famous sage and philosopher, also known as John Lennon.

His wisdom is missed. Are all the great ones gone? Are we entering new phase? Do you know the one it means?

No mistaking age. It sneaks up with no notice. No mistaking the maladies that come with it. …


Baby’s going to rehab.

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The surgery was pronounced a success. I was released from the hospital. Sirens blaring, they took me by ambulance to rehab. If it was such a success, why was I screaming in pain?

I’d heard about rehab! Lousy food, mean nurses. The first night I was non-compliant. Truth be told, I called the police. I told them I was being held hostage. The police and rehab facility patched my sister into the phone call.

It felt so real. My sister convinced me it wasn’t. I was exhausted, in pain, and had experienced several traumatic events. The police exited the scene. My sister spoke with the Director of Nursing, and compromises were made. Rehab promised to answer my call button in a reasonable time. I promised not to call the police again. So began my recovery from major back surgery. Stay tuned.


June 30, 2021 Prose Poem: pretend you’re mad

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Sweet, sultry, smooth sound. Playing late into the night. I hear traces of it even as I sleep. It’s a mystery to me. How does such an odd instrument make such a beautiful sound?

It reminds me of when I was young. I can name that tune in two notes. It’s all so familiar as I fall into dreamland. Where did the time go? How did I get here? It all seems so long ago. Why did it unfold so quickly?

Some days, I look back at memories. They taste so sweet. Some days, I look back and remember the…


A Fairy Tale of Trauma

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She was nine years old when I met her. Her mother had committed suicide three months earlier. Six months later, her father had a massive heart attack and stroke. Four years later, I’m stepmother. It’s been a rough transition.

As a mental health professional, I’ve taken numerous trainings on the impact of trauma on young children. Nothing prepared me for what I was about to face.

Trainings, seminars, certifications on the impact of childhood trauma are widespread. Trauma-informed care, a state-of-the-art evidence-based system of care, is proven to help children and adults heal from trauma…


Nerve pain does not let up without help!

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Tears are falling
Pain is crawling
Up inside me fast
How long I can last

My nerves are screaming
Calling out my name
Feed me, help me, redeem
Me, afore I go insane

Been breathing, walking,
Doing what I told, talking
I can’t get out of this trap
On Monday doctor coming back

Save me, help me, tell me what to do
I feel beyond repair; call who
I never thought it could get this bad
What you told me, maybe for another lad

Lightening howls through my body
Sounds like Prince screaming his songs
Doesn’t sound like a guitar gently weeping
The…


Day 2 poetry prompt

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Poetry is my lifeblood
Wakes me up from a deep sleep
Feeds me with words to keep
Challenges me down deep

Sometimes ignoring what’s best
Trying to deal with all the rest
It slips from my fingers with ease
And I live in darkness, like a disease

Then it comes late at night with a tap
A whisper, I know it’s not a trap
Time to get back to it, my friend
I haven’t deserted you in the end

And the words come back; they flow
I don't know they went, don’t ya know
And I write, and I write, and I…

janny’s heart

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