SHIFTING

My wings are damp as I emerge from this cocoon. Not quite ready yet to fly. But my head is turned up, eyes to the sky, and when I am ready, in my own time, I will take flight.

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REUNION

There are wounded parts that follow us like a shadow, never far in the background. Parts of ourselves we’d rather not face. Parts we hope—if we don’t acknowledge them—might go away. But they will not.

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CPTSD ~ Painting One

Even though I am a writer and writing has provided me with a great sense of relief when I need to get something out and of my head and down into some sort of coherent form, sometimes what’s in my head is too much for words. Sometimes it’s so loud and chaotic I can’t make sense of it enough to articulate it. When that happens, I paint.

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