The Taste of Trauma Hotly Blessed

Photo by Eleanor Brooke on Unsplash

When in the midst of heartbreak, loss, or grief

i say it’s just part and parcel of the human condition.

It’s why we have Shakespeares prose

to linger in recite.

Thats a crock of shite!

A snub of the real pain one feels the loss of love and family

the fealty of abandonment that reaches back

to another strata of inner archeology.

Once I snub it I can move on

With a lethargic intentional pace.

One that requires a level of honesty not imagined — but now required

Trauma has taught me many things

We all remember the moment differently

We bring our sorrows to the table

In narrative

It takes great effort to see the sorrows of our mothers

and the sins of our fathers

In our selves and let them be

Our actions and intentions can be conscious

Each Relationship with everyone I touch is an opportunity to learn