That dark-haired little girl
wants to run away to the cliffs surrounding the ocean
washing the dirt from her feet and hands
watching as the dirt bubbles to the surface
emptying the soot from the bottom of the boxes
She wants to be free
free to see the stars, hear the crickets
smell the ocean waves
and listen to the call of the owl and
the songs of the loons
But she’s bent over holding herself in a ball
The pain in her chest, her heart, her biceps
and the hollowness of her soul
writhes in fuzzy fear and loneliness
She’s trying to grab a hand
a metaphorical lifeline
that provides the hope that this walk will not be alone
It’s not dead girl walking
it’s tiger slayer trying, once again
to navigate the world where her past
doesn’t define her
Fear keeps her from asking
the skeleton hands of the past in for tea
Can she ask them in
Can she ask them why they crawl up her spine
and try to pull her down the rope of the past
Can she ask them to release her – to set her free
Does she set them free with a thank you or a f**k you or both
She doesn’t want to fight them anymore ~ She’s tired
She wants to set them on a raft and send them down the river
free
She wants to set both self-doubt, and fear on a leaf
and watch them take flight with the wind
free
Or maybe put it all in a balloon and set it alight
to become stardust
And when that’s done
she’ll sit for a while
breathe, say thank you ~ and rest
free
©Alexis Rose
Thanks!
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Brilliant. Enjoy. x
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Thank you, Brigid! 30 more days until I get to hang out at the ocean. ❤️
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Thank you, Shari ❤️
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A very powerful verse Alexis. I hope you are doing well, and smelling those ocean waves. x
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The imagery of your words not only makes one visualize but feel this girl’s (tiger’s) pain and fight. Beautiful…
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Thank you ❤️ I hope you have a good day too!
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Thank you so much for your insight. I always appreciate it. 😊
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Quite beautiful! ❤️ Hope you’re having a good day
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The past always have an adverse effect on our lives, and, no matter how much we want to alter those childhood years, we can’t, we can only, mourn, grieve, for what has been, taken by force from us, and find the strength to, move on, with the rest of our lives…
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Thank you, Marie ❤️
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Thank You, Gina ❤️❤️❤️
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Words that resonate with so many Alexis! Keep breaking new ground. Xx
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Hello dear Alexis, feeling every word and holding you close to my heart.
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Love you back! And I’ll always hold on ❤️
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Oh S, thank you…your words mean a lot and landed deeply. ❤️
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Ohhh…you have really touched my heart. Thank you! And I will offer you a hand when needed too ❤️
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Thank you! ❤️
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Oh thank you so much! I wonder if its the time of year? Sending you lots of comfort ❤️
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If only….how many years will it take I wonder. Thank you for sharing and the validation. ❤️
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Thank You!!
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Love you. Hold on.
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I truly feel your pain in this writing. Know that you will persevere and conquer. Each day brings its own challenges but your personal toolbox is filled with things that will surround you with courage and strength. Your words fill my soul with balm…may they do the same for you.
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We hate and fear Sundays
To set it all free to float away…ahh
It will return, and then we can let it float away again
We will offer you a hand anytime you feel alone 🤝
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Stunning 🖤
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This is a powerful and inspirational poem that resonates with me as I have been yet again thrown into the clutch of PTSD. Visualising the end of the poem brings great comfort.
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Oh, yes. Yes. Same here.
I went to the front of the church yesterday, seeking prayer to be free of the last of the “demons.”
If only it were that easy.
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I feel there’s part of me in that girl, the pain and the want to be free. Beautifully written ♥
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