Tuesday 13 December 2016

November 30. 2016 (December 13, 2016)

Since
The age of six
I have been told
To suck it up.

Whenever
It came
To strong emotions.

Thus
My angry outburst
During therapy
Shocked and angered
Me.

Feeling like
I'm a failure
For releasing 
This negative emotion.

As guilt 
And anger
Filled me.

In breaking
A taboo
I need removed
From my life.

And yet
It scares me
To do so.

Knowing
Will be forced
To face life
Without this filter.

In all
Of it's rawness
And intensity.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Not sure, if I should call this, a breakthrough session, in allowing some of my suppressed anger, to release, in a safe and controlled manner. In the past, people have reacted surprised, when I have let my anger loose. As if, they expect me, to not have any anger, within me, because I am slow to release it. 

Wednesday 7 December 2016

Upon The Front Lines (December 7, 2016)

My soul
Is the battleground
Upon which
A war is 
Being waged.

Fought
Among multiple fronts
Simultaneously
For control.

Every exploding shell
Renders my soulscape
Into a thousand 
Jagged piercing shards.

Each front
A different element
Of my universe
Bursting forth
Into thick acrid smoke.

Threatening
To choke
My existence
Out.

Like
A battle weary soldier
My soul seeks
A permanent ceasefire
Ending all hostilities.

Knowing
An unilateral surrender
Is tantamount to
A death sentence
For me.

One
I'm not prepare
To face
Just yet.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: A metaphor for how I am feeling right now.

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