(A poem about suicide grief, my personal grief over my brother's final decision.) Darkness. Deep, deep darkness.Possible brain Injury from childhood.Shaken baby syndrome?Mental trauma from abuse and neglect.He had offered to fix up his mother’s home while she was...
J’ai écrit ce (trop long) poème il y a 29 ans, étant encore en amnésie traumatique, confusion, déni… Aujourd’hui, je le dédie à tou(te)s les ami(e)s en 12 Etapes (toutes Fraternités confondues) qui s’y reconnaîtront, eux(elles)-mêmes et leur souffrance...
(Note to my fellow travelers: I wrote this on 30-Nov-21 as I was “looking forward” to Christmas.) Christmastime:A time of peace, love, joy,anticipation, hope, giving,goodwill towards all. I remember Christmas:I was five or six years old.We arrived at a friend’s...
Entering the war zoneNever prepared for battleLove is a battlefield Just a youngster in your careLost on the front linesLove is a battlefield Facing the enemy I love unconditionallyWhy do you hurt me so bad?Ill prepared and searching for shelter and safetyWhy do you...
This poem contains content that some may find offensive. I don’t want to be your hero. I was a child.I took a dozen lashes.Then stood up and said, “Fuck you.” I don’t want to be your hero. A heavy wet blanket of pain was draped over this boy’s body.From the outside he...
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