Trauma as an Ally

Trauma has become an ally

It has allowed me to see through

many shadowed secrets kept by others

who haven’t figured out

the origami of self-propelled healing

Trauma isn’t my friend, but it knows what I know

It’s circumscribed me

magnifying me in the darkness

It has believed me, revealed unguarded truth

about myself, about others, about what happens if…

I have altered myself; inside out.

It makes it easier to wear my heart on my sleeve

It forces darkness into the light

It keeps me from internalizing

It has revealed me as strong

(although I truly had to ask what that means.)

I was told “Hurt people hurt people”

I have many points of reference for torment

But, I’ve also been the recipient of deep compassion

enduring kindness, and demonstrations of resilience

that have shown me HOW to turn and be inside out

in the most powerful of ways.

Evolution

Pointing fingers of blame

Screaming, hollering, cursing your name

But love hasn’t died, it has changed

It has evolved into smoke and rain

Before I hate you, before it gets strange

Words of power up again

No words of rage

No, “Please don’t go”

Just anguished tears staged

A separation shallow

Power UP!

There’s a stirring of the cauldron

There’s a turning of the wheel

Phoenix eternally called upon

their secrets to reveal

Humming power from ancient lore

Ascend again, wings born to soar

Thrust of hip, rise of breast

Come my power at my behest

The clock has passed the witching hour

The stars shoot through the night

Return to me my birthright power

My eyes be granted truth in sight