Blue
Ice
Cold
Cutting through the skin like a knife
Bubbles pouring out of my nose
As I sink lower and lower
I keep reaching for the light and almost make it
But black tentacles snake their way upwards
Low whispers
About the past
Slowly and sensually gripping me
Trapping me in my memories
They’re too strong
And I’m pulled back down
I’m told the only way out is to face them, but…
The trauma slices through me each time
Leaving me too weak to fight.
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Very bleak. I love it and the imagery is very stark and easy to see. Well done there 🙂
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Thanks 🙂 How have you been?
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You’re welcome. Have been good just really busy with work and home. T is in his last grade of middle school and getting taller by the minute. How are you finding uni?
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How tall is T now?
Uni’s good, getting good grades so far. Started getting driving lessons and we got a new house a few days ago.
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Driver’s are important for a sense of freedom. T is 5’9″ and still growing. Awesome about grades and moving house too??? Y’all have been super busy. 🤗
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Wow, he’s tall!!!!
Yeah, we’ve definitely been busy 🤗
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I think you’ve nicely illustrated the struggle with moving on from something that happened in the past. We want to look toward the future, but we need to deal with the past, but if we look back, we lose sight of the future. It’s a difficult circle but you can manage.
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