Experience is a pathway shared by many, let your own experience pave the way of understanding
~ Liza
From the Heart

Pebbles are like experiences
rounded by elements
they glisten when wet.
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Complicated individuals
scattered on the shore
where land and sea are met.
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Kaleidoscopic rainbow cries
reaching to the sky
unveiling memories of love.
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Tumbling in the gust of surf
to settle as directed
by the tides and moon above.
Reflecting on my yesterday’s, I look deep into the depths
Of what was clear and simple, to the troubled murkiness
Pondering on happenings and wondering if I was right.
I don’t stay to long, just long enough to understand my plight
The past is best left where it is but I take the lessons on
So I can understand myself when I might take another step wrong
The shadows and reflection can distort what was the truth
I dive deep to find the feeling that are buried from my youth

Our trauma is not obvious,
so everyone can know.
It’s usually buried deep inside,
too far to really go.
Jumps up when we are unaware,
and slaps us round a bit.
Dives back before we notice,
it’s always far too quick.
We feel it in our stomaches,
we feel it in our heads.
Never really leaves our mouths,
there’s nothing to be said.
If we knew what it was made of
we would have it in our net.
But moments we remember,
are easy to forget.
And so we keep it buried,
while it’s silent and asleep.
The monster of experience,
the one we have to keep.