Healing
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You are. And so; You are not your past You are not your regrets You are not your memories You are not your heart break You are not their projections You are not their expectations You are not their roles You are not their compliances You are not your coping mechanisms You are not your…
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With the love of new companions Angels that found me and a loving self I go To The wild path. Step out onto its mysterious threshold hurting, pained, afraid The first act of love To walk the wild path Alone, but not alone. Stones reveal their shapes Masking my pain. Unable to feel, their jagged…
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Standing on the bridge As I walk on Slow step by slow step What is behind me? What is in front? What can I see? What remains hidden? What is underneath? The fall, the gaps, the fear, the height What is above? Sky misty in wonder, grey, with promise hidden As I walk I make…
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This is the poem I had to write first a few weeks ago, it was the one that had to unclog the bottle. (TW; Suicide ) Mr Hecker, You were wrong. I once wrote a poem in which I died at the end, but my teacher said it wasn’t allowed. ‘James, you’re not allowed to…
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What kind of noise does silence make to find herself heard? As she wanders. She won’t interrupt your schedule, Chase your ego, or shout herself from the rooftops. She wont force She wont make herself known where she isn’t wanted She doesn’t make a noise and yet she does, as She lingers in the voices.…
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My Child, You glow differently When your light flows, inner free. You glow with wonder At who you can possibly be. You glow with grace as the tenderness of your heart, runs safe and wild. You glow with sacred lightness, as if the universe places speckles in your dreams. You glow differently, when you humbly…
James Ballantyne 