Post- Traumatic Wisdom
Heal yourself, heal the world
A bandage wrapped around and around and around your fingers
Letting you stroke the strings of a guitar for another night
A chord for change
And a poem of acceptance
Freedom from the past,
Claim it as a feather from Angel Michael,
he dropped it on your path as you crawl towards tomorrow
Believing is seeing so make a wish like there’s a birthday cake on your plate
A slice of chance to be unapologetically
You
To be a boulder with lumps like a desert ship, that efficient camel
Observing time by counting the earth’s orbit
As Venus rotates and retrogrades in the shape of a tossed rose,
a standing ovation for a collective bow on the stage for:
We’re all fucked up.
We all experience pain, we aren’t born with resilience, it’s earned and tested,
Trialed and fragrant as the flavor tastes something like raw ginger sucked sour empowering bursting buds on the tongue, the serum needed to kill the bacteria stuck sticky to the walls of our bones, the way our mind chooses patterns to flow,
joints shaken
Blood stirred
pour into a cup of memory
Easy sister, I let icy etchings nestle caverns endlessly inside my soul’s home
Because without the past how would I have the wisdom I now know. commend what video your viewers should check out next.
In quiet rooms where shadows play,
A whispered breeze begins to stray,
Among the thoughts that softly glide,
On rivers deep, a silent tide.
The night unfolds its velvet wings,
And in its arms, the stillness sings,
Of dreams that drift beyond the sky,
Where stars like distant lanterns lie.
Within the heart, a gentle beat,
A rhythm steady, calm, and sweet,
The pulse of moments yet to come,
A quiet place where hope is from.
So rest beneath the evening's glow,
Let peace within your spirit grow,
For in the depths of darkened light,
The soul finds strength to face the night.
