10.03.09

I’m still here

Posted in poetry, recovery/surviving, survivor at 7:14 am by Jenny Caffrey

I’m still here

bruised but not broken

I’m still here

bloody but unbowed

I’m still here

I have walked in your shame

I have carried the weight of your pain

I’m still here

I have cowered in fear

I have raged against my own name

I’m still here

You have taken piece by precious piece

I am here to reclaim

I no longer cower

I no longer rage

I claim the love you could not name

I’m still here

You have bludgeoned me with fists

I’m still here

You have clawed at me with phrase

I’m still here

You have trampled on my garden

and yet I remain

I’m still here

weary as a soldier too long at war

too timid to think there is peace evermore

I’m still here

I rejoice

I’m still here

I embrace compassion

I’m still here

I accept my jewels

I’m still here

golden rain from eyes caress my heart

heal my soul

ease the scars

that once stung

so brightly

I’m still here

09.02.09

joy will find its way home

Posted in poetry, survivor tagged , , , , at 5:22 am by Jenny Caffrey

blankets of it are peeled away
layers upon layers
dripping
i choke on the stench
clinging
i panic from the light
smothering
i learn to breathe
binding
i ache to soar
freedom will come
joy will find its way home

the moment

Posted in poetry at 5:07 am by Jenny Caffrey

if i were to touch you would you be real

revel your softness

celebrate your curves

acknowledge your strengths. beauty. passion.

could you be there with me in the moment

if you were to touch me would i be real

could you be with me in the moment

feel my strengths

caress my weaknesses

honor my scars

could you be with me in the moment

could i

would i

dare i

your answer

Posted in broken heart, poetry at 4:53 am by Jenny Caffrey

a bloom in Spring

bright. beautiful. sweet. inviting. anticipating.

unnoticed. neglected.

hope cooled. petals wilted.

your resounding answer

not good enough

not good enough

not good enough

07.05.09

“Mom of the Week”

Posted in poetry tagged at 4:28 am by Jenny Caffrey

maybe some. some would be surprised. surprised my feelings get hurt. hurt so easily. do my best. give my all. guess what. doesn’t matter. still fall short. which could be bearable. bearable without another’s commentary. bearable if it were just between us.

05.31.09

“fit” 4/27/09

Posted in home tagged at 3:59 am by Jenny Caffrey

I keep reorganizing shelves and drawers. Am I hoping it will all make sense once everything is in its place? Hoping for my place? Where I belong? Will my soul forever drift on the open sea of heartbreak and despair or will it find its home? Will I let it find its home? Do I keep circling my place of belonging but my fears keep me from landing?

EXACTLY!

Posted in music tagged , , at 2:48 am by Jenny Caffrey

“who doesn’t long for someone to hold who knows how to love you without being told”

Thank you Natasha Bedingfield for understanding. (Soulmate)

10.31.08

wet blanket

Posted in poetry at 3:51 am by Jenny Caffrey

heavy.  tight.  binding.  suffocating.  pain.  panic.  fear.  overwhelming.  grief.  These years of unadmitted pain.  The loss.  The devasting loss of innocence.  Of safety.  Of comfort.  Of compassion. 

As I learn to breathe again.  I learn to release.  The weight of the uncried tears has made my soul weary.  With every new breathe.  I learn to cry.  To accept.  To forgive.  To release.  To look for joy.  To accept kindness.  Even from myself.

08.14.08

Tribbles

Posted in madness tagged , , at 6:38 pm by Jenny Caffrey

Who hasn’t seen the old Star Trek episode “The Trouble with Tribbles?”  These little creatures are interesting and cute at first but they begin to multiply at an alarming rate, all but taking over the star ship Enterprise endangering the crew and ship.  Captain Kirk!  Bones!  Mr. Spock!  What can be done to save the ship from this takeover??  Self-destruct?? 

Sometimes my thoughts are like the tribbles.  One interesting thought leads to another that leads to another and soon I can find my mind being overrun.  It’s maddening.  And since I rarely take the time and put forth a real effort to chronicle them in my journal, they continue.  Then I get to a place, be it physically, mentally, spiritually, that I am able to tell these stories and I find myself so overwhelmed I don’t know what write.  More often than not my mind accumulates thoughts faster than I can even process them.

There is vast overcrowding in my mind.  Maybe like a prison?  Some get set free.  Some are paroled but wind up coming back.  Some are there for life. 

So with all of these tribbles when did Captain Kirk find some quiet time to sort through them and deal with them?  Quiet time?  What the hell is that?  Be still?  Excuse me?  After three and a half decades of avoiding any way I could, I now find myself overrun with so many thoughts and feelings I wonder some days if I can get them under control.  Maybe I’ve had all of this going on but I just ignored it which automatically set me on self-destruct?  Imagine what would have happened to the Enterprise and her crew had Kirk just avoided and ignored the tribbles.

Oh the lessons we can learn from the valiant crew of the starship Enterprise!  Who knew?!

So understanding now that avoiding and ignoring these things only lead to self destruction, I can slowly begin to confront and address.  Set free.  Validate.  Possibly even nurture.

07.18.08

too late

Posted in poetry tagged , , , at 4:11 am by Jenny Caffrey

you ask to join me

I resist

thinking the consequences only halfway, I say okay

you stroke

you kiss

I resist

No! my heart pounds

No! my mind speaks

my body whispers, yes

this is what I’ve wanted all along

touch me

see me

make me real

but touch

this touch

this touch with motives other than pure

is not what I want

maybe what I wanted for so long

asked for

begged for

cried for

worked for

now I stand guard

knowing it was a mistake

to let desire run free

I want to be more than your body desires.

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