Processing Memories While Healing
I remember when I lived on that street,
The beat box of struggle and jump rope.
I remember when I lived on that street,
Now I cope to broaden the scope
Of my
Imaginative
Creative
And Spiritual
Thoughts
I can’t turn down that road
Where dreams and dead animals rot.
To compromise my desires
Is to stifle each of my children,
That neighborhood means me no good
I won’t compromise my values,
For you.
The bargaining
Doesn’t occur on middle ground,
We are not even on the same street.
You sacrificed a little
I gave my all,
Watching my identity
Strip away from me,
Tearing through my validity.
I am on No More Sabotage Dr.
And you are on Liar’s Lane.
I am on I Want to Stay Alive St.
And you are on Hurt Others Because of My Pain Way.
There’s no way
I can turn back now
Fear no longer controls the steps of these feet.
Pitter-Patter now
more of a thump-thump,
Look at this beautiful little girl,
She is simply amazing.
No more stifling of any children.
How selfish I have been before
And will no longer be,
birthing my children
And still living selfishly
Chasing all the “you’s”
And you all chasing the “me’s”
It gets old.
I remember when
I lived on that street
Of misery.
Misery Lane will keep you insane
And I tried to help a few folks
In the name of empathy.
Not even able to do that for myself
I – compromised my growth.
Now I look back in reflection
Thanking God that I get to try again
And choose not to deplete myself
How many more times will I defeat myself?
None.
I remember when I lived on that street,
The beat box of struggle and jump rope.
I remember when I lived on that street,
Now I cope to broaden the scope
Of my
Imaginative
Creative
And Spiritual
Thoughts
I can’t turn back down that road
Where dreams and dead animals rot.
I noticed that throughout my healing journey I often struggle with the emotional impact of memories. I can remember when memories of people, places, and things were a sure trigger for me to spiral. Writing is my best and most consistent coping skill to help me process memories. I posted the reflection and poem below. Not everything that I write is well received, but I would ne dishonest if I said that I don’t smile a little more inside when my work is appreciated.
Jusjess Poetry – Writing My Way Into My Destiny
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