On The Couch

 

Every time I’m pissed off, I pledge

to offer thanks.  I am prone

to compromise

my truth, sunshine-basking

reminiscent of teenaged bliss

pool-moments in my boy-gaze

bikini, lithe and innocent, clean

splash-dive into the cool waters.

Even my memories gloss over the pain

of not-good-enough striving to fit

neuroses.  I need to pay

for your hand as I shout here

(pillow-blocked considerate-mouth

screaming) since apparently

I value your voice and wise

counsel more than my own.

Flowing with the harmony

of this exactly perfect moment

reveals the gaping wounds

I’ve limped here to reveal.

Inspired by Prone, Compromise, Reminiscent, and Sunshine.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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