Original Poetry
She doesn't really know what it feels like to be completely open with anyone...
She wonders what it's like to give another being her full trust
She has never experienced what it's like to be safe
Meanwhile, throughout all her lives she has had to take up arms against those who wish to bring her harm
She feels no fear
Tactical nature
My premonitions come true; I exist in the Aether; Seeker of understanding;
this Cycle: my teacher.
My features
and my functions --
all in conjunction..
Laser focus
from my locus
Manifested
when I spoke it
Internal turmoil rages
Storms surge in my soul
Nature soothes my savage spirit
Its many virtues, I extol
No longer reactive
Is it apathy?
...Or non-attachment?
Have I unhinged?
...Or transcended?
To what end have I adapted?
Disassociation my vacation
Social conventions beome upended
Choices in different voices
Reality suspended
Everything overwhelms
All my senses are offended
But still somehow I carry on
And I'll remain
'til trauma's mended...
© 2020 Jet Plane Jane
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