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Wasteland

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Grief that settles deep inside your soul

Lays waste to your energy

And vital sense of self

Oh how to tell the tale of what really is ailing you deep inside

When roots that sustained you so deeply

Are torn away

And your unshed tears pool

And become like lead

Pain and longing ache

But are so often buried deep and dead

And this failure of feeling

Leaves you

Utterly forsaken

Where can you go for comfort

When everyone seems to be so numb and blind

Offering you only sedatives

Or angering platitudes

As if they knew

The truth of what hurt so deeply

In this place beyond words

Buried so deep inside

Healing demands

That this grief

Becomes an ocean which swells

Sweeping aside the sediment of resistance

And at times

You also need the wild fire

To move through you

But when all has gone to ground

This denied life death life journey within you

Untaken

Scorches all that  surrounds

Forcing you towards a wasteland

Where blinded phantoms pass

While you wait in deeply concealed longing

Pulled upon like quicksand

For the heart breaking truth

To be recognised

And realised

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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  3. I wish there was a “love” button next to the “like” as I would have clicked on that. Your poetry is very very special — wonderful imagery, passion, and I can understand it! You don’t leave your reader wondering what you are trying to communicate, although you challenge one’s mind to leap into a land of metaphor and deep meaning. I am no expert on poetry, but have been a reader most of my life, and a writer always. I love the written word when it is well-written and so am very thrilled to have discovered your blog.

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    1. Oh wow I often think my poetry is lacking in some skill as I see other bloggers likes far outpass my but I can only write from my heart and experience. I am so very honoured you feel all of this and I am glad if in some small way I can bring goodness to your life. Bless you so much for your support of my writing. I am so humbled by it.

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  5. Constant vicious cycle of thinking what did I do for you to hate me?

    Why are you so enraged projected at me.

    Maybe its something I did to deserved this ?

    For so long I thought truly believe I deserved what I endured for many years.

    When your solace is numbing comfort of silence and your restitution of absolution is the welcoming arms from the darkness.

    And believe the affection you are shown is acceptance instead of persecution is terrifying knowing no matter how much you scream in desperation your lashing out in silence fucking surreal let me tell you.

    https://evolutionofselffeedyourhunger.wordpress.com/2019/09/30/suffocated-into-silence/

    Alex

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      1. Thank you Deborah

        Knowing no matter how much imperal and surreal the intensity and voracious of violence gets.

        Knowing I am surrounded by love and have my pack standing by me. And knowing I am not the only one going through this gruesome sadistic son of bitch.

        Means a lot

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