No Turning Back (February 1, 2020)

Go ahead

Walk away

From me.

Abandoned

In my time

Of need.

Starting

My biggest journey

Without you.

Freeing myself

From the hate

You call love.

Wiping away

Tears of shame

I've held close.

Displaying the bruises

You left behind

On me.

Won't come back

Blaming myself

For your violence.

Oh no

Those days

Are long gone.

For I'm a survivor

Who has escaped

Hell's Inferno.

As your hooks

Bounce off

My heart.

Discarded rubble

Grounded into dust

Under my heels.

Walking away

Living my life

In peace.

Therisa © 2020  

Author’s note: Alas, the editing was, the easiest part of writing this very personal

poem, as I’m a survivor of long term abuse, from several family members. Who, I have cut off all contact with my last abuser, November 2015. The mental and emotional pain wasn't justified, in spending time with them.

Written for Earthweal’s weekly prompt: Renewal.

Just Like A Prayer (January 30, 2020)

Chaos

Inner journey

Of self-enlightenment.

Order

Knowledge

And wisdom restored.

True healing

Accepting

One's limitations.

Building foundations

Holistically strong

Weathering life's storms.

Unburdening

The darkness

That once owned you.

Regardless

What others think

As the Holy Truth.

Through lens

Warping reality

To their beliefs.

As you shine

With love and honour

For all - to see.

Therisa © 2020  

Author’s note: Took 45 minutes to write and 3 days to edit, properly. Sheesh.

Written for Earthweal’s weekly prompt: Renewal.

Leeches (September 7, 2019)

We've all met them

People who exist

One type or another

As vampires.

Feasting on

Trusting naive people

Like con artists

They are.

Opening our heart

Mistaken belief

We're helping.

Believing sugary words

Despite evidence

Otherwise.

Sinking ever deeper

Web of lies

Like entrapped flies.

None escape

Without scarring.

Lucky ones

Break their chains

And walk away.

Stronger

Healthier

After healing.

Therisa © 2019

When Seeking Healing (June 11, 2019)

Behind this veil

My darkness hides.

Rather forget

When hatred/fear ruled

With an iron fist.

Nights filled

Tortured visions

Of another life

Haunting me.

An abused prisoner

Cowering

Inside a cell

Awaiting Fate.

Praying to Kali

Seeking release

From living nightmares

Permanently.

For inner freedom

So long denied

I've forgotten

What it feels like.

Therisa © 2019

Tomb Raider (Poetic Style) (May 18, 2019)

Bravely

My mouse clicks

The poetry morgue

Like Lara Croft

Looking for hidden treasure.

Disturbing cyber-dust

From its worldwide web

Resting place.

Fully aware

Of the dangers

I face.

Traps - innocently written

Sanguining ink

On the page.

Awaiting

Careless missteps

To explode

Examining ancient poems

Written long ago.

By a stranger

I don’t recognize

Anymore.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: Lately, I’ve been reading more poems, from my poetic morgue, searching
for clues to inspiring my writing, as I have hit another writer’s block. Also, been posting
some of my older poems, over the past decade.

Personally, I think the Indiana Jones series of movies, is a lot better, as I never really got
interested in Lara Croft and the Tomb Raider movies or video games. For some reason,
4th Indie films is the lowest point of the franchise, in believability and storyline. It felt like
the gang got together, one last time, to draw a paycheque, from the box office receipts.  

Giving Birth (May 4, 2019)

A vast void

Awaiting input

From a stalled press

Starved of fuel

Once more.

Like the universe

Before the “Big Bang”

The explosion

That created everything.

My thoughts are

A creative mixture

Of untold ideas

Awaiting delivery.

Bounding around

Inside my brain

Colliding with each other

As new expressions

And thoughts emerge.

And yet

Here I am.

Staring

At the computer screen

Forcing my fingers

To start typing

These elusive words

From my mind.

Knowing

Many will result

In a miscarriage.

Or worse

A stillborn.

As the tears

Roll down

My face.

One painful sigh

After another

Escapes my lips

With each occurrence.

At the death

Of an idea

Before its time.

As my soulscape

Slowly fills up

With mental markers

For each stillborn idea.

A time of mourning

Is required

Before moving on

With the next one.

In giving

The previous idea

Its proper respect due.

Renewing

My creative process

At the beginning

Once more.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: Not sure, if it’s the late start for spring, or real life, getting in the way, but I

have been struggling, with my writing, for most of 2019. It would be so easy to blame

others (like President Trump and the conservative horde that wants to rule the world,

with their hate filled ideology), instead of, looking deep inside of myself, for the root causes.

So, here I am. Seating before the computer screen, typing out my heart, for all to see.

Maybe, inspiration will find me, and guide me, to the next step that I need to take. In my

physical and mental healing. One can, only hope so.

Becoming Water (April 20, 2019)

The transition

From a solid

To a fluid.

Healing chemistry

Of a holistic nature.

Regaining flexibility

So long lost

In pain and suffering

Of another lifetime.

Where rigidity is

An armoured shell

Protecting me

From your blows.

Now

A liability

That hinders

My healing process.

As I seek

To move forward

Reclaiming the past

For myself.

Like a gentle stream

That becomes

A fast raging river

Carving its pathway

Through the valley floor.

Displaying

True inner strength

So often

Hidden away

From plain sight.

Flow grows

Increasingly muddier

With my past debris

Stripping away.

A process

That can takes years

If not longer

Before completion.

If

At all.

First step

Is remembering

Being gentle

To oneself.

Isn’t a sign

Of inner weakness.

Rather

An awareness

Of the harmony

That nourishes life.

Enabling me

To move

At my own pace

As I embrace

My new self.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: The title and inspiration for this poem, comes from a children book, explaining, how melting glaciers become water, at my local library.