Fucking horrific - is the term the sucking abyss that I huddled beside my whole childhood trying to reclaim me still echoed in my own voice calling me to - what? not death, not freedom but to mad despair Relinquishment of all I ever could become on the altar of familial blind faith. That nothing could ever mean anything if I were not Obedient Puppetted, strung on the demands of demands of generations loudest voices. But I am the weak, the failing, that can lift from such a filthy hole some living limb & climb away, out of reach, a strength invisible, unthinkable to challenge toxic might and poisoned care. Of all possible heroes I am smallest And yet, I crawl still further Brighter, singing the names of them as I go / / on surviving abuse as an autist
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Song for the broken hearted
Love is never lost
Never erased
It lives in the cells that remember
Touch breath embrace
The light whisper
the laughter
It lives on in the patterns of light that flash
Through our inner darkness
It formed the pathways
Birthed this future out of darkness
Love is never lost
It is captured in memory
And more that memory in form
It lives in our every transaction
In how we smile how we sing
It lives in the shape of our growth
Like the wind in the shape of a twisting branch
Like sunlight in the reaching trunk
Love is never in vain never
Futile never meaningless
It’s fact is solid
Solid as death
Love once given cannot be taken
From us it lives in our existence
Like dna coiling through the whole
Like starborn atoms indivisible from the past
And from our futures
Spreading weblike into everything we touch
Love is never lost
//eóten
Snow Burial
Entered the space
To heal the wounded root
Deep black shards
She showed me
And deep black oozing shame
Around betrayal
I protect
The still baby born cold
The song of bodies long buried
In the snow
I see I am to join them
Curled beneath the roots and thorns
To sleep once more
