trauma – Julia Fry – Psychotherapist, Neurodivergence Coach, Writer, Poet, Artist.

I Am Loving Her Now

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,

Different threads linking me to the past

Through my time and beyond.

I carry the ancestors’ blood,

You left me.

Wounded.

I needed help.

You turned away.

Hardened yourself.

Wrote a prescription.

Light pours through my window.

It does not trickle, it floods.

Some things get covered.

Some remain in the shade;

Slightly cold and damp to touch.

It is a poor second to being outside in the woods.

Like a cat I find a sun spot and let the sun caress my toes.