Pebbles of Experience

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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.

 

 

 

Reflections of Yesterday 



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

Trauma

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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.