A void opens up and I’m spinning again,This is fine, I come here to be alone.I want anything but this,But at least no one can hurt me here. The emptiness scoops me up and welcomes me home.Belonging to the Nothingness seems appropriateFor a girl who learned to be seen...
En travaillant ma 1ère Etape avec ma « compagne de route », (Livre Jaune, p. 29, question 6), je lui ai lu à voix haute le poème suivant, écrit en 2007. Il illustre les règles « ne ressens rien » et « ne parle pas », comme la photo de cet œuf muselé, qu’une amie m’a...
I study an old photograph from sixty-five years ago.My parents are cutting their wedding cake.I see Mom, three months pregnant, scared and uncertain, younger than her appearance.I see daddy-Monster, arrogant and dominant, younger than his appearance, with a predatory...
Breathe, breathe deeply.The past trauma is gone.Scream if necessary.Exhale the injustice, the violence, the gaslighting.Inhale the fresh air of peace.Exhale the predators – they are long gone.Inhale the fight for freedom.Exhale the past abuse.Inhale the years of...
They say family is bloodIt’s thicker than waterthat bond runs deepthat nothing runs deeperthan mother and daughterThey say your siblings are your lifelinethat without them, you will flatlineSo cutting family ties feels like slaughterwound open, blood gushing,system...
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