The long way
Of releasing pain,
Not being able to fully communicate my needs, loss, sorrow for others witnessing me,
Defensiveness to protect myself from harm
It starts with words heard, read, interpreted, whether it was for harm or not
Enveloped in a squirming, writhing internal body
It was better to d i s t a n c e myself from the force of exclusion and negativity
Living in an endless salt lake with decaying life forms scattered amongst barren landscapes, waiting for moisture
Searching for symbols within a day, gifted from life, death and beyond
The enormity of loss and the newness of growth humbles me time and time again
Making my way down the long road of recovery
Nina
