Blog – Page 3 – Julia Fry – Psychotherapist, Neurodivergence Coach, Writer, Poet, Artist.

Different threads linking me to the past

Different threads linking me to the past

Through my time and beyond.

I carry the ancestors’ blood,

Just sit and be still;

Meagre sounds compete with massive silence.

Giving myself to it in a different way now,

Yet tinges of teenage angst touch me with cold, sad fingers,

And I need to grieve for her,

For the self who ate to feel love,

You left me.

Wounded.

I needed help.

You turned away.

Hardened yourself.

Wrote a prescription.

Being with you is beautiful

However you are

Whatever you’re feeling.

There are no words to express this pain.

They touch the surface of it;

Graze and glance off.

“It’s not fair,” is the childish refrain

That strikes my heart,

Tries to open it,

And squeeze inside.

Gliding through shimmering mirrors

Passing reeds standing sentry.

Even slow speeds cause ripples,

But oh! What ripples!

Calm grace sliding by

Orange beak, white feathers

Flat against the back;