My Nervous System Knows

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When vibrant joy sparks bitter tears
It means that too many years
Have been spent in emotional blight
That no jubilation can put to right

Like a cloud crossing the sun
Or a dissonant chord rung
When my heart swells and glows
My nervous system knows

That this joy will lead to grieving
My chest begins its heaving
Turning smiles into frowns
As the cortisol lets down

How long has this been so
I will not pretend to know
Like a candle smothered 
I unconsciously keep covered

That which makes me take up space
Before I can feel the grace
Of real joy in my blood
I dump it in the mud

I avoid the disappointment
Like a fly stuck in the ointment
I abandon my true will
When he sets on me that chill

And so I am now trained
That joy will end in pain
I know that I must mend
So the sun can shine again

-gws

Mechanical Wings

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He spoke to me of mechanical wings
They appeared within a broken dream
Born of fractured thoughts and roughened pieces
And so these wings become his thesis

Of chrome and shadow
His masterpiece risen
His body lay fallow
Both betrayer and prison

However he envisions that he flies
As he dreams of untethered skies
Let hope be the power to help him heal
Born of pain transformed to magic and steel

-gws

Say the Thing, Make it Awkward

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Say the thing
Make it awkward

For we never know when the final fickle Fate
Will wield her scissors and snip a thread from our tapestry
Forever severing a connection
An action that cannot be undone

"I love you."
"I miss you."
"I care about you."
"You are important to me."
"My life is better with you in it."

Whatever the thing is you feel
SAY IT
And let it go
Knowing that you have released love
In some version
Into the life of someone you care for in some way

We are fortunate to have our lives
Woven with many threads
But as gently as we are entangled together
The severing and unraveling are inevitable
Sharp and severe
We will have loss
But we do not have to have regret

Say the thing
Make it awkward

Only Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos
See the grand weaving of our lives
How each chapter of our lives will unfold
And how and when those varied chapters will end
Within those pages we are gifted with the opportunity of choice
To give and receive love with the others in our story

Say the thing
Make it awkward

-gws

Stomping on Eggshells

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Every step I take
I'm stomping on eggshells
They cover the landscape of this relationship
Like unexploded landmines after a war

The book explained it
It explained you
It explained us
Or
More specifically
Why there is no air between us
Why there is no peace between us
Why there is little hope for us

The book
However
Didn't tell me what I could do about it
What I should do about it
The only peace it gave was that 
The immobility was a real side effect
The difficulty breathing
Being
Living
Leaving
That feeling stuck was normal

It isn't a failing 
But a reflection of the deeply difficult
Existence of living with 
Loving
Trying to love

Being loved by
Being hated by
Being loved by
Being resented by
Being loved by
Being shamed by
Being loved by
Being eviscerated by
Being loved by 
Being devastated by

A person with a personality disorder

gws

The Time Has Come

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You are keen to talk about how you have abandonment issues
Well I have a truth you will not want to hear
One I expect you to run from before I'm even done speaking
YOU
ABANDONED 
ME
Over and over and in more and more devastating ways
The crimes of those who were supposed to love you that have left you so aggrieved
You visited your own version on me and I was too inexperienced in love and relationships 
To understand that I deserved better
To see that you were too damaged to meet the potential I believed you held
To walk away when you abandoned me again and again for 
alcohol
drugs
sex
attention
I loved you quietly and carefully with all the room you wanted and more
And you injured and humiliated me loudly and publicly and repeatedly
You'd say "I'm sorry" and act contrite
Tell me you loved me and ask me not to leave
And I stayed
Every
Time
Eventually "I'm sorry" became "Fuck you"
You railed that I was one thousand ways of not enough
And when your abuse of me was painted as my own fault
I believed it
I believed it because it was
It was because I didn't leave
Over and over 
Days 
Years 
Decades
I stayed
You would whisper I love you in the morning
Curse my name, my family and my gender in the afternoon
And fuck me at night in your urgent, singular, drug-hazed version of "love making"
Until you felt better and I felt used
And I'd cry
Hurt
Helpless
Confused
Wondering what I was missing
Wondering what I needed to do to fix our brokenness
Wondering why I was beautiful when you were feeling good
Then a vicious, scheming, calculated villain when you didn't get what you liked or wanted
Unable to receive basic respect from you who was supposed to be "my person"
Any boundary a crime because it was my job to be what you needed exactly when you needed it
And if I wanted something different there would be hell to pay
If not now, then when your discontent and dis-regulation overflowed its tiny containment
And every perceived wrong ran from your mouth like rabid froth
Hurting more than any physical blow
Because I loved you
And all the things I did to prove that to you weren't enough
I did all that I could to be what you needed
And my trying to salvage the bits of me that survived by saying, "No" or "I don't want to"
This affronted you
I burned for it
I often wondered what was motivated by poor mental health and what was just you
I'm sure the reality is there is some intersection of both somewhere
But there is no solace
No reason or justification makes how you've treated me okay
Who else would have endured your storms and torment the way I did
Who else will
Those who had the luxury to remove themselves from your volatile orbit have
And I envy them
Our children mean that I will always have to remain close enough to you to risk burning
No matter our actual proximity
I have forgotten who I am
I have abandoned myself to try to fill the holes in you created by others
A task that I now understand to be a herculean effort and I am merely mortal 
And I have suffered in the place of your abusers because I was the one who chose to stay
Who chose to reflect love through loyalty and support both emotional and financial
But I am devastated now
I am a wraith 
Embers and ash
Burned up and burned out
I cannot run this marathon any longer
I love you and I cannot endure you any longer 
Or I will disappear completely in your flames
I want more
I want our children to have more
I want to give them more
More joy
More light
More laughter
More kind words
More love from a mother who is happy if not also contented
And I cannot give them this while I'm submerged beneath the shadow of your pain and suffering
And I am sorry that I cannot continue to wait for a healing that is so very slow to come
I tried
But the time has come for me to heal from you

-gws


How to Steal a Voice

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Step on it until it collapses in on itself
Choke away all of its oxygen
Ignore it
Dismiss it
Gaslight it
React hostilely to its sound
Force its words to drown beneath sobs
Scream over it
Belittle it
Steal its truth away
Repeat until it fails to rise anymore
Until it is replaced by clenched teeth and fists
Held back by tight and bitten lips
Repeat until it forgets its own sound

-gws

Big Feelings

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My feelings are big
They feel bigger than me
They feel taller and broader
Than the tallest tall tree

A hand on my belly
I count, "One, two, three..."
And breathe in as deep
As the shining blue sea

Repeat this again
As much as I need
Until those big feelings
They start to recede

Last, wrap my arms tight
And give Self a hug
Say, "You're doing alright."
"You just needed self-love"

-gws