Relate, Reflect and Ruminate: My Own Face
Because sometimes, emotions don’t fit into bullet points and I have a flare for the dramatic.
For those stuck in the loop of suffering because peace feels too unfamiliar to trust.
From sickness pain springs
A life given unknowningly
That differentiates me from my mirror
I shun its part of me
Suffering prolonged by my resistance
Guns raised in outrage
Poor questions asked
Perspectives exaggerated in terror
Yet only concern uttered forth
My senses remain closed
Preferring to hear of my quasi form
Torturer and tortured in a great dance
Unless, oh yes, unless
Escape is possible
But pain therefore I must accept
Such is the integratation
All of me as it is and all of my as I see it hence
Scabbed in all its glory
🗝️ Three Paths to Make This Yours - Unlock Your Understanding:
How would I respond when pain comes not to punish, but to be recognised?
🧠 The Thinker’s Path: I would dissect each discomfort until I understand what truth it’s trying to scream at me.
🧠 Start a daily reflection practice where I journal every moment of inner conflict without editing or analysing it first.
🌿 The Wanderer’s Path: I would sit beside my ache, letting it speak in shapes, silences, and stories I haven’t heard.
🌿 Create a soundscape or art piece that embodies the pain I usually avoid — letting emotion guide the form.
🔥 The Challenger’s Path: I would stare my suffering down and demand it stop hiding in poetry and call itself by name.
🔥 Speak out loud the truth I’m most afraid of admitting to myself, even if no one else hears.
The truth is simple and hard: You’re always one choice away from a new path.
Poetic musings. Wonder through words!
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