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. 

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.