Poetry for Processing Your Healing Journey
by Trinity Rayne
I am a little livewire
If you aren’t careful i may shock you and light you on fire
I am a little livewire
I used to be unplugged with no drive or desire
I am a little livewire
I hope that people i come across I inspire
Be a livewire like i am
Keep your energy flowing without giving a damn
Be a livewire
But don’t let anyone take your energy completely away as an endless supplier
I am a little livewire
As long as I’m motivated and stay plugged in i won’t ever tire
by Trinity Rayne
Take negativity and your own limiting beliefs into the ground to burn Boys and girls be the person you yearn Go through life and process it all as you learn It's ok to feel ok to heal because it's your turn Take the old version of yourself you used to be Burn it away into the ground bury it and set it free Live your life how you want peacefully You are worth so much more as far as the eye can see Have a funeral for yourself and celebrate the person who you really are You are beautiful unique and come so far Wish and wish upon a star You can keep going and raise the bar Put away the old you into the ground Say goodbye i love you and won't see you around It's ok to say goodbye and cut ties that were tightly bound Then say hello to the new person you yourself has finally found
by Trinity Rayne
Believe it or not I was once a damsel in distress I took the road that's usually traveled less I rescued myself in case you couldn't guess But it didn't happen suddenly since its a process Believe it or not i have my own armor and I'm my own shining knight I took my own path to the guiding light I rescued myself and never gave up the fight But it didn't happen quickly and I had to try with all my might I slain the demons of mine that were firebreathing I walked through the jungles of my past and felt my anger seething I felt the ocean of my pain that I was grieving But once I rescued myself it was so relieving It was a long way up the tower I had to climb I did feel lost and helpless once upon a time Now I'm my own partner in crime Believe it or not I'm now in my prime Before I saved myself I didn't know what to do I hadn't yet mastered anything I was going through Then I learned to love myself pure and true And from that moment on I became my own rescue
by Trinity Rayne
As the sun sets in the sky darkness follows more and more
As people who went through darkness we all wonder when the sun will be back brighter than before
I myself wonder when things will be right again
I myself wonder when there will be light again
Then the sun rises and all is fine
As it rises all is beautiful and benign
Yes there are days you’re like the night sky with darkness and doom
And the darkness may stay awhile and loom
But there are also brighter days ahead
The sun will shine down on and wake the living dead
Even though we all may feel old weak and like we’re done
The sun is always on the horizon and no others like it not a one
Though the thought may be hard to conceive
The sun does come up eventually as long as you believe
Though life may sometimes seem as hard as a tusk
And may sometimes appear to be as dark as dusk
Just remember you have strength and can go on
And remember there’s always a sun that rises at the crack of dawn
by Trinity Rayne
Who I am now is someone confident than i was before Who I am now is someone in life where I want more Who I am now is someone who will no longer be walked on Who I am now is someone who cut ties with the old person who is gone Who I am now is someone accepting me for me Who I am now is someone with a spirit that is free Who I am now is someone showing herself some love Who I am now is someone I thought I'd never dream of Who I am now is someone im learning to accept Who I am now is someone who loves myself even for her flaws and being inept And I'm not saying any of this in a narcissistic way I'm saying this because people need to know it's fine to love yourself everyday If you can't love me either I don't give a damn I love me for me and for who I am
by Trinity Rayne
The view I've had before is obscured There wasn't much I could do for it at the time to be cured The view and the vision has also been at other times clear Where I could see past everything including my fear The view could either be lackluster or it could be the most amazing thing I've seen The view could either be beautiful as a crystal clear lake or as boring as staring at the same tv screen The view always changes without reason or rhyme The view switches up from time to time It's ok for the view to shift and change It's ok if at first it's surreal and strange Sometimes I may also feel the view doesn't change with any luck Sometimes I feel submerged in the view I'm in without feeling unstuck It's ok to unite with someone and connect with them at the joint Sometimes that's all it takes to help change the view and get into a different angle point
by Trinity Rayne
Do I dare try to beat and race the clock Do I dare open a door just waiting to reveal secrets that no longer need a lock Do I dare fix and clean up my own mess that's been broken Do I dare speak words my tongue has held and needed to be spoken Do I dare to take a risk and have another chance Do I dare to cross the floor and start to dance Do I dare face my hurt and find out what's been killing my soul Do I dare risk my soul to tear in order to make it once again whole Do I dare write these words and put myself out on a limb Do I dare go in troubled waters to only sink or swim Do I dare for my dreams to take flight Do I dare breathe life into my dreams and give them sight Do I dare keep going and carrying on Do I dare walk into the night and step out into the dawn Do I dare to climb stair after stair Do I dare to jump and fall into a life affair Do I dare to put myself out there Do I dare reveal who I am underneath and show that I care
by Heather Rae
Sleep tapping it's toe but not a moment too soon, there's no point in quibbling. It's mouth always agape, watchmen at the ready, Stoic at my precarious approach, yet they would drink pinkies up just the same. The sandman tugging my nightshirt with an accusatory tone, I leave the bait and take my seat dropping my bags heavy with pages of the day's scribbles. Nothing and everything waltzing to a clever beat i can hardly hold their glove, twirling me and others to seep through walls dripping with hues still tacky from my last ride. I cringe at each moment stolen, once neatly tucked in the thieves threadbare sack, now baring their teeth. Tiny forbidden wimpers stagger from my throat, fall at the feet of now graying hair beasts. Metal buckles play a dissonant ching in my ears, trying not to be snagged by late zips, that always get me anyways. Children march with different sized shoes, still listen hard to stay in line. Digits that pinch and poke, will soon roll the red carpet some with my blood drawn through their veins others have to knock but enter the same. Throwing me over it's shoulder, night carries me out plunge through the surface no air to be claimed fear wraps it's way up feet, waist, then wrenching my neck kicking and clawing to reach sun dried land note to self don't close your eyes.
by LittleLizzie
Take my hand if you dare, I'll lead you to place I'd rather not share. Listen closely if you care, my voice shakes everytime I mention there. Slip into my shoes and let me show you how it's like to be me. From the moment I awake I hold my breath in hopes to not resurface his image. I step out of bed and start seeing it anyway, all over again. I swallow my pill and still feel internally ill. I go about my routine staying busy hoping that the residual gross will soon leave me. A moment to myself and his voice becomes too loud. I count down until it's time to take the next dose. Little hope but here it goes. By now it's only midday, so many hours left until my night medication. "Don't dwell don't dwell" I repeat to myself. It's hard because my whole life I never knew of anything else. I've never dreamed easy dreams. I could only remember what happened to me. In the basement. On the couch. Behind his locked door. It's stuck in my head. I don't wish this on anyone let alone a child! How many hours will it be until that feeling tells me not to breathe? How many minutes until my skin becomes relentless? How many nights will I steal before again it all feels real? How much can I say before the visions get in my way? Now it is almost that time, The only way I survive is the medication that makes me close my eyes at night. Without them, I'm too filled with fright. I can't simply 'shut it off' but soon I'll still go to bed after another day of struggling to get him out of my head. It's something you can't see, it's my entire reality.
by Laura Howat
Order! Order! Standing on a chair, she cried. Struggling to gain control of the committee, she tried. The accountant rocked back and forth muttering, Have to follow the budget, spreadsheets, rules, debits and credits stuttering. The athlete jogged in place then struck a power pose. Wake up you’re going comatose. Let’s blow this joint. Get some sunshine and fresh air. Go deep and hard forget this stuff. Swear! The nature girl twirled, Let’s go for a mountain walk, change of scenery. Chant “ohms”, flowing water, butterflies, wildflowers, calming greenery. The drama queen stomped and raged. Mistake to sit her next to the abandoned teen, now they had a stage. Stop cowering girl! You’re not invisible! You matter! The teen balled her fists and screamed. Abused! Ignored! Left! Now shattered. The artist turned away, went internal. Dug out her notebook, started to journal. The executive sat quietly until the melee faded. Took a deep breath and persuaded. We fight all the time. It’s a tragedy. Can’t we find common ground? Live in harmony? Every day we argue and get tangled. The conflict leaves me mangled. And because you all live in my brain, we need to go forward together without causing a migraine.