childhood
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You are Right to Fear Me
your children watch me daily and God forbid they learn a different way to be kind to choose themselves to honor other people ‘s autonomyand right to self-determination to find their own liberation in the fray of mistakes and lessons and grace, the soft nature of things space to figure it out what a scary… Continue reading
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My therapist gave me a shovel and we’re both horrified by what I found
I remember sin. I remember owing somebody a debt I could never pay. I remember every breath being transactional. I remember life being a contract whose terms no one could explain to me without a contradiction. I remember shame being my default emotion. I remember being damned for thinking, being too scared to ask a… Continue reading
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Little Child, Big Feelings
My child is little but he has very big feelings disappointments big as clouds confusion by the truckloads frustrations towering like the bears at the zoo and fear, sometimes enough fear to flood a river and spoil the boats’ lunches I am constantly searching for this small child in the crowdeddowntown parade of his emotionsto… Continue reading
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The Language That Your Soul Thinks In
I never lied to the world about what I wanted ever since the beginning the world knew I wanted no less than you even from way back when people thought, and perhaps rightly so, that I was too young to be looking for love and did not hesitate in letting me know, my innocent eyes… Continue reading
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Rapunzel’s Release
They lied to you about who you are. They coiled your own innocence around your wrists and ankles and bound you to blind obedience. They’ve been twisting your words so that even you don’t know what you mean when you speak. They vandalize your mind with intentions, call them evil then punish you for them.… Continue reading
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The Yellow Brick Road Out Of Wonderland
I can’t think of anything more difficult than accepting that the first thing you’ve ever known and believed in, the first thing, from birth, is all lies. Have the earth pulled away from under you. It’s more than cutting the proverbial umbilical cord more than leaving the nest in your wobbly wings more like a… Continue reading
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The Boss Fight in the Video Game
It is true that sometimes, to some people, fear can hurt you more than what you fear but you must, at least, allow your fear to evolve along with its object. If the most dreaded has come, there is no more reason to dread it, should there? You catch on that actually, whether you’re ready… Continue reading
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Oleander
From where you’re standing, let’s both pretend that all you see is all there is: my body is healthy, well groomed, well fed, never mind that there are large, purple bruises on my soul. Because nagging is a form of psychological abuse and everyday I have my own brand of struggling to survive. I still… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 