[Poem by Nadia Garofalo Photo by Women Beyond Boundaries]
when the desert called me
oasis of lost boys and love hotels
warms cold blood
can it quell uncertainty
with its attractive miles
lets let it go
we’ll soon see
if she calls now to you
or still, sings for me.
[Poem by Rachel Finch]
My knees have known Bruises.
A spectrum of colour staining my skin as a reminder.
Pigments of who I am, altered at their hands.
Fists clenched to strike, clench, imprint.
Each stain a bolt, a language seeping into my essence; teaching.
My ribs have known bruises.
Painted, I am every female ancestor face first in the dirt.
My throat has known bruises.
I never felt so transparent as I did wearing lesions beneath a high collar.
Fading, my shell returns, burying the real wounds beneath it.
But I am wiser.
Healed I am every female ancestor face towards the Sun.
Rachel is a writer that speaks from her soul, expressing her trauma and strength through her work. She lives with Mental Illness, refusing to let it define her and is mother to four courageous children. In her free time she volunteers to support people through their own experiences of abuse, mental illness and recovery at Bruised But Not Broken.
[Poem and photo by our own Nadia Garofalo]
I open heavy
to an empty house
but at least it’s mine
The warmth isn’t gone
it’s spread out over continents
washes and brings in
its tide apparitions
nostalgia so vivid and thick
like ocean air
Pools evaporate to
“Out there” we stand
a Venn diagram
of the pulsating dispossessed
swimming in admixture
thirsting for elixir
choking on psychotropics
our wayward transmitters
to buy into what we’re about
is to find oneself wholly unhoused
but glue back the pieces
and construct your own thesis
it’s your best shot to see us
even if its only mimesis
you’re out of luck
we traffic in chaos
we embrace The Suck
In the game of love
She was the queen
Not a Pawn to the king
Her thoughts were supreme
But once caught by the ring
She was stuck in her dream
But it’s not what it seems
2 sides aren’t symmetrical
If they’re not identical
When you watch the second go
They FEEL so forgettable
Emotions are reactions
Their not all chemical
Unless it’s medical
Confined by her fear of change
The walls they speak and call her name
Tell her that it’s all okay
Hold it in don’t complain
The good wife knew when to cry
When to shade her shiny eyes
The spark been fade
but the times not right
Even if it’s all a lie
You told her that it’s all alright
she believed you
Believed it Like it was the truth
Before the “death could Do us part ”
You took the fire in her souls
Made a liar of her heart
Fire turned to embers
Now your sitting in the dark
But tears turned to rain
As they evaporate
You couldn’t ascertain
Why they disappear
Just to come back again
She comes back repeatedly
So fiendishly she’s bowing to her deity
Strategically she needs it to end peacefully
But all the time together couldn’t
separate them evenly
sincerity slowly turns to hostility
Instantly her palace an instrument in her captivity
Now under siege his words artillery
Her cries and pleads of stop your killing me
Now just please god finish me
Shed rather die than live submissively
If she dies she still submits you see
[I write words,sometimes they rhyme. Lynn, Ma. poet in search of peace of mind. -dmo]
Little white love, your way you’ve taken;
Now I am left alone, alone.
Little white love, my heart’s forsaken.
(Whom shall I get by telephone?)
Well do I know there’s no returning;
Once you go out, it’s done, it’s done.
All of my days are gray with yearning.
(Nevertheless, a girl needs fun.)
Little white love, perplexed and weary,
Sadly your banner fluttered down.
Sullen the days, and dreary, dreary.
(Which of the boys is still in town?)
Radiant and sure, you came a-flying;
Puzzled, you left on lagging feet.
Slow in my breast, my heart is dying.
(Nevertheless, a girl must eat.)
Little white love, I hailed you gladly;
Now I must wave you out of sight.
Ah, but you used me badly, badly.
(Who’d like to take me out tonight?)
All of the blundering words I’ve spoken,
Little white love, forgive, forgive.
Once you went out, my heart fell, broken.
(Nevertheless, a girl must live.)
@KaremIBarratt I am she, Who screamed at the night, Demanding justice for her blood, Spilled by a knife, Legs held by the mothers who Were supposed to love her. I am she, Who held her baby tight, As the bombs teared her world, Walls falling down, her child Of light, now the colour of earth. […]