Trauma, Oh Mama
I can only do what I can do to heal, so the goings on don't push me right back to my unhealed trauma
Mother Earth, Father Sky
why oh why
are not all living things
respected, and this brings
me to today
the fear and anger in this day
~
And what about strife
is that a part of life?
Yes, however constant
strife is not good for an infant
or for any of us. Breath
in all the way into the depth
of your being, with your
tongue on the roof of your
mouth take 10 deep diaphramatic
breaths. Knees slightly bent
Caution, not to be dramatic
~
Healing can be free, you should be
controlling your nervous
system, not others. The tears,
then go for your ears
they can be used, massage tops
and lobes of the ears,
accupuncture, accupressure the ears,
it brings healing all the way from head to toes
by pressing points in ears.
The powers of the vagus nerves
are the ears, with points
that will heal headaches, and so
much... most everything I know
~
The master of my life is me
and is where I want to be
Trauma takes so much time
to work out, start now with this rhyme.
Be your own teacher, yes my mama
to heal from your trauma.
Mother Earth and Father Sky
my culture, will help me to fly high!
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Comments (8)
I love that line about controlling our nervous system, not others, it really hit home.
Love the magical voices. WOW thank you
Nicely put, Denise. Lots of good questions (and your solutions) in here.
Beautifully expressed! “The master of my life is me and is where I want to be” - the gem of the poem and what we need to remember.
This was so empowering. Loved your poem!
Lovely. And very true! We all need to look for strength within ourselves, but remember to breathe and heal.
What a great reminder, Denise, to look for strength in ourselves and Mother Earth and Father Sky. We all need to be grounded.
Just keep thinking your good thoughts and you should be fine. Good job in expressing your needs and wants in this day.