Tag: micro poems
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Sour Stomach
Sour StomachWhat was saidswallowed upWhat was meantand i have eatenthe sorrow ofyour wordsnow i am full upwith bad feeling
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Reset
I WANT MY OWN CTL-ALT-DELSO THAT I CAN RESET—GET BACK INTO FACTORY SETTINGSAND START OVER…INSTEAD OF SITTING HERE, STUCKAND GRINDING AWAY INTHAT VICIOUS SWIRL OF DEATH…INSTEAD OF STANDING FROZENAND UNABLE TO MOVE FORWARD.
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Healing
Folks talk quite a bit about triggers and trigger responses. This is what I envision when I hear those words. Trauma. Trauma response. Triggers. I see needles lost in haystacks. Stick pins dropped into the carpet, with me on my knees rubbing my hands along the carpet pile trying to find it before I step […]
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Frozen
Sometimes. Relationships—no matter how great they seem—will have you stuck in one place. Lack of movement is never good, never beneficial. It produces atrophy in the body, making you weak and consistently unable to maneuver. Isn’t that how toxicity works? Keeps you locked in place like ice trying to figure out how to be water […]
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Boundaries
I almost forgot! I’d actually meant to “press” someone else’s work and forgot that I never actually did it; I had saved it, thinking I’d scheduled it instead. What I had meant to do was leave a little blurb on their original post before I shared it because to do otherwise seems rude to me, […]
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Classic
A celebration of blackness, womanhood. And the intersection thereof. The word of God states that we are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:4). More than just physical appearance, too, because only people focus on the outward, God has placed inside you a beautiful light. Once hidden and marred in the darkness of sin nature, it […]
Kisha Creates 