The Taste of Trauma Hotly Blessed
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