Saturday, 1 April 2017

Ace Of Wands (April 1, 2017)

You don't 
Have to say it
But your body does.

A fool's journey
That'll all disappear
Like the latest fad
Some time
Next week.

But
I know
Otherwise.

As
A sad smile
Graces my face.

Knowing
You'll never understand
The forces pushing me
In this direction.

This need 
For healing
That society says.

On one hand
Is wrong.

And yet
Encourages me
To move forward
On this sojourn
Of mine.

Having spent
Several months
In the Valley of Death
Walking my way out
Over the past decade.

Coming to terms
With who I am
As a person.

And what 
I have experienced
During my life
Violence and all.

Knowing
I have 
Only left 
The harbour
On this voyage
Of self-discovery.

Therisa © 2017

Author's note: The unidentified person, whom I am talking to, in this poem, is my mom. Since, I accidently "outed" myself, to her, on July 1, 2006 (Canada Day), whenever I around her, I can see the fear and confusion, in her eyes, despite her protesting, otherwise. For a variety of reasons, I had to break off, all relation with her, in November 2013, for my mental and physical health. 

Interesting, as Therisa, I am more aggressive, in fighting for the things that I need, then I would be if I was T_____. I know T_____ would not have the confidence to write these personal extrovert poems, about the abusive past, the steps taken, in the healing process, or speaking out, on the injustices in the world, around me. 

14 comments:

  1. Despite the traumas it speaks of, this has a beautiful clarity and calm.

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    1. Thank you, Rosemary, only got 29 days of new poems, to write, still. Do hope this clarify and calmness, remains, for the rest of April.

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  2. We are all beginning again each day, hopefully in a new harbor, with another poem written. Best wishes getting the poem a day finished.

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    1. Thank you, Frank. I hope so, with regards, to the poetry.

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  3. I hope your poet's harbor is a safe harbor, Theresa. He has walked his way out, I'm counting down until I'm smothered inside
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    1. Oh, it is, Jim, and one of healing, too.

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  4. writing may not be healing, or even therapeutic at times, but it is cathartic - and that cleansing may be all one needs to start anew. ~

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  5. I think your journey will find new havens... and poetry is the best of seas.

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  6. I think we all strive to get through one way or another.. hope your journey is a smooth one.

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  7. Theisa you're the only one at Real Toads to take up the Ace of Wands card as its primary source -- it seems the essence of the decision to follow Therisa's way. A card of power and magic, a gossamer bridge of the abyss. Well done.

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  8. I'm glad you are hanging out in the Garden, Therisa.

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  9. I like what Bjorn said! He is so wise about things like this.

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  10. Leaving the harbour is a sign you are ready to travel further.

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  11. Writing has been my therapy. There is so much to learn about oneself. It is when we leave the harbor we learn how to sail.

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