Putting your trauma
into a rock
tumbler isn’t going
to turn them
into shiny gemstones
put those rocks
into the ground
or hide your
keys under them
or prop up
a wobbly table
but don’t hope
that by churning
they’re gonna change
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Been
It’s been a
long time since
I’ve been this
this not since
that this happened
and the cover
was torn off
funny then how
when could be
sees the light
what had been
falls into shadow
learning its place
Error
Oh dear
I erred
I had
love entangled
with security
a bodyguard
of sorts
protecting my
soul from
the evils
but I
was wrong
for love
is love
and not
an anchor
or roots
Calm
Early morning calm
well past the
scaries of night
and well before
noises of day
the moment before
rain starts falling
the feeling it
before seeing it
this kinda calm
the quiet kind
the kind that
almost nobody misses
having slept through
Chores
Chores become what
when joy’s involved
meditation and expression
or maybe an
exercise in futility
given that dirt
and dust returns
it’s so like
many other things
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 