Internal landscapes - External reality

The system crank
bring forth the vice
Ain’t no one giving me advice
Demands however are absolute
Feeling like I’m on the end of those who shoot
Your procedure makes me amnesia
And you expect me to recall
To expose & shame & unravel, I’m not sure you appreciate.
There are many waiting at the abuser gate.
You think I’m done, you think this is it
Hell doesn’t release me from its clustered threat
Did you know I’m about to get a calling
One word & I disintegrate.
stop now turn away
I’ll never make it to that day
A revolver pointed at my throat
A weapon designed to destroy my fright

And so 8n al” that is
There is all that is not acknowledged
And in that which is not said
there are disclosures that are encouraged for be buried
And in the during of all that was
Is all that is still killing me
And all in all there is no way
That I can take on their:might again
For I am but small & not so tall
And rather younger
And yet all that you see is middle aged
Female Cary on’r
Gall now my pride, advance to shame
I won’t be able to do the same
I’m rather prepared
Rather ready
To take step in a hurry
To break free
To just be
In a realm that can’t hurt me
And outside I will look fine
Rather sprightly & well groomed
While inside I am still battered & bruised
Did I not speak of the violence
You can’t break in without breaking
and so it is, is like it always was
Two agains one & me against untold you

I don’t read back
I’m not an editor
I Capture here what ever my mind steers
Free to say, free to stay
I’m gifted by HP
What if no one made this site
What if the moderators didn’t dedicate their life
My fear of new formats disappeared the day
I accepted the new appeared.
Explanations wear thin
When most of my posts are dug in
Grief, trauma, pain & more
Memories in a nervous system soar.
Tonight I don’t rest assured
I’m rather be forever cured
But this is an impossibility
While others refuse to take responsibility
My life remains owned by the improperty

Crisis inner.& outer worlds collide
Fear & panic override
I’m shutting down
I’m loosing faith
I don’t feel like a part
of this human race
Frozen when I want to move
Mute when I want to speak
I need a break from breathing
self doubt tsunami
confirmed by force
everything surrounds me
& I’m watching the tide
I won’t get stranded
This time i’ll dive
The water will rebirth me
on the other side

I’m sinking
possibly shrinking
I’m over sharing
Spilling scarring
my little self.
I’m leaking
I’m not sleeping
My heart is leaping
I’m being washed away
Everyone seems so big
I’m loosing a grip

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No time, space or therapy has protected me from myself today.
Catatonic collapse, my energy ceases.
I have nothing to lift me up & everything is
pulling me down.
My nervous system is putting on the brakes,
while I need to be in 5th gear.

The tree is tall
beneath it I am small
The drip line tightens
Their creepers frighten.
They are rummaging
through my mind.
Worse their activity
is like a misplaced hive.
The stings are daily
Swarming around my
loved ones.
This timing has me confined.
How can I speak of these border
pieces when the jigsaw is inside
My body holds memory
Only some shards cut me up
into a divide.
To show the big picture
would mean I’d have to
die.
Better to leave mystery
than have to disappear
knowing I would never
see my loved ones and
the ones I hold dear.
HP hold me in case I
can’t return
Don’t think me down
or lost, instead
Know that I am safe
know that I am free
Know that I tried everything
except my final stand
from proceedings.
As my 15 year old self is banned.
Disappointment in her having needs
especially right now
Means she is stubborn beyond belief
She’s deciding how she is released.

Gingers bedroom was a kennel in the garden by the wall
Where he often lay a dozing .waiting for his friend to call.
Call on me
Call on me
Call on me

Landscape inside
why are you so wide?
Because I have always been by your side
Landscape inside
why are you so vast?
Because I have always recorded your past
Landscape inside
Why are you so kind?
Because I have always been soothing your mind
Landscape inside
When will you set me free?
Now dear that is not a question for me
Landscape inside
When will you stop remembering me?
When you are no longer able to see
Landscape inside
Will you provide me with glasses?
I’ll try optimism rather that be an optician
By the way I have a terminal condition
Landscape inside
Are you lost in your scars?
Now dear you must know I am made like the stars
Landscape inside
Will we lay down together?
Yes dear we will for ever & ever

Now that HP is so very different from my earlier times here when I was a regular contributor I had to scan back to mid 2006 to find out who you are and what your story is. 🙁

Your verse is remarkable. Does writing help you?

Hi Mac,

HP is an anchor for me to tether too.
The words are coded, like the parts of me that can never speak.
I use words to help them parts sleep.
I sometimes share their inner fears.
Sometimes it is a present threat that
takes courage & leaves parts of the
ring here In case it is never exposed.
To be honest, it’s what is not said
that haunts me.
I’ve learnt of late that once broken
others can live in the gap between
the shards of me.
People I tolerate, forgive, care for
no matter what they have done or
do to me,
The thing is I’m beginning to think
they are the glue that holds me
together & another time, I dare to
see they may be the ones holding
me in the haunting I dare not see.
They are connected.
Listen to it when I try to explain
It sounds mad
It sounds like I’m mad
The hardest part is feeling
like the earthquake about to
happen is all my fault.
To be honest Mac
there is a big part of me
here, hoping someone
someday will see everything
I’ve seen, felt, heard, the
terror that goes with it &
then I think I would never be
so cruel as to let them.
And so I go back to trauma
tornado’s that I dress up
as full color glossing overs.
Other times the nightmares
are so close I throw them
into here.
Type & delete
Score in the sand & let
the sea take my words.
Other days I want to
wade so deep into the
actual sea, I never have
to see the shore again!
Then I offend the onlooker
who needs me to bury
myself & always look
on the bright side of life.
You wouldn’t believe how much of
my self I need to bury to stay alive.
Anyway thanks for the
question.

I am struggling to find a suitable response to what you've said. Is there anything in life you enjoy?

It’s not your responsibility to find what to say Mac.
I am the only person responsible for me.
In answer to your question:-
Is there anything in life I enjoy?
Yes tons of things!
Kayaking
Swimming
Saunas & steam rooms
Cycling up & free wheeling down a hill
Fishing
Walking cliff paths
Lying on the beach with the summer sun on my face
Walking through leaves in winter
Painting
Drawing
Writing poems
Knitting
Crochet
Photography
Weddings
Nativity plays
Volunteering
Singing
Song writing
Studying
Fostering
Soothing others
Wood burning fires
Toasting chestnuts & marshmallows
Cuddling my grandchildren
Cleaning the house
Fresh sheets after a bath
Cozy socks
Learning any craft
Permaculture
Homemaking
Christmas baking
Walking in the woods
Planning on the spur trips away
Going to concerts
Flying
Sailing
The thing is I have an amazing life
It’s just for everything listed above
I do it with trauma pulling at my nervous system
When I’m in flight panic grips to the point of imminent extinction.
In a sauna I freeze when someone else walks in.
My cleaning the house can become bleaching & never feeling clean enough.
I cuddle my grandchildren & wonder if I will see them grow?
In a concert the noise eventually paralyses me, as does the crowd, but I go to hear the music that has seen me through so much.
I sing till I cry & draw till I see the pain erupt on the page.
It’s not about being down or wanting to end it all.
It’s about dancing with the devil, that threatens to stop me dancing.
Sometimes catatonic I can’t stand, but most of the time. I am stoic & sturdy, until I literally snap.
Physically that is through hyper mobility & pain dissociation.
I don’t feel & then I am the pain,

It’s not your responsibility to find what to say Mac.
I am the only person responsible for me.
In answer to your question:-
Is there anything in life I enjoy?
Yes tons of things!
Kayaking............. threatens to stop me dancing.
Sometimes catatonic I can’t stand, but most of the time. I am stoic & sturdy, until I literally snap.
Physically that is through hyper mobility & pain dissociation.
I don’t feel & then I am the pain,

I don't - and didn't - feel any responsibility but when I interact online with someone I do it out of of interest and out of concern, hence my uncertainty about what to say in response.

I am very relieved to learn your life isn't as bleak as your verse is and your reply to my question has enabled me to understand just a little.

Thank you for explaining. 🙂