Solace in Solitude

Should you seek me, you would find me all alone inside my cave, to my thoughts there, I am enslaved, but where the solitude is my comfort, I have stayed,

Far away from the eyes of judgement, except that of my own accord, a dark place inside my mind, filled with pain that I have stored,

I grow quieter and quieter, I have left this world behind, I am willingly in a prison, a prison crafted in my mind,

A dark place, a cold place, where all trauma seems to echo, old wounds are hard to let go, but in my head I’ve made my bed though and I’ll have bled until I’m dead but still I can’t let them know…

My trauma, my teacher

My trauma, my teacher, my motivational speaker, whisperer in my ear, most bias preacher,

Moulded in the harsh environments of life, blackened coal of pressure, suffering and strife,

My trauma, skilled sculptor, you have formed me in your image, with your patriarchal pressures, made part of thy lineage,

Talented builder, your walls hold firm in mind and heart, gatekeeper of vulnerability, your influence present from the start,

My trauma, heartless torturer, yet my best interests considered, cold and unforgiving, hands tied since the beginning

Hands tied since the beginning

Body, Mind & Soul

I saw all of your red flags, embraced your every flaw, you thought it would deter me, but it made me love you more

An open book of concealed codes and cryptic messagery, I hang upon your every word, your mind a gold mine to me

Your body a map of endless treasures, danger in graceful motion, I can provide it with endless pleasures, I give you my body’s devotion

So open up your heart to me, as I’ve opened mine to you, on bended knee I promise thee, our love shall remain true