Emily does not remember much of the unpleasant and scary for some reason. It’s like ghosts in the back of her brain. The good, happy, loving images are so vivid and when the ghosts try to poke at her and get to the forefront, she is never sure what is real. The details are blurred. She sees a little girl sitting on the steps at the back of her house, sulking or weeping for “no reason”.
“I’ll give you something to really cry about!” screams in her brain…a buckle on a belt flashes and then blackness.
Recalling unpleasant and scary is like trying to pick up a lost penny on the pavement with your toes.
Then feeling the warm, loving hugs and her soothing voice…remembering her comforting embrace is her safety net.
memories
floating in and out
dream catcher
memories
fragmented stories
and blurred lines
floating in and out
latching on like…
bloodsuckers
dream catcher
recalling soothing hues
tangible – love
(c) tournesol ’19/08/15
What would you write in Chapter 2 of your life story?
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