Turn it into ART

Eyes open, keep it there tonight

therapy, trauma Tara, hurt Corkscrew of care Making twisted out of genuine It’s heartbreaking It’s a mystery to me why you’re there

hearts and old poetry

child parts, curled around my fingers, Wishing - like a child, ‘educating’ for you to hate my wild

Non - ideal. So, a good response would be..

Her body and soul reacted, naturally

sole placed, thoughtfully down, on concrete, hard stone, slow steps forward, to be introduced to my home, dissociation, a body not owned,

Storm chaser I’m proud I can do that The people who’ve been traumatised and close their eyes at the back of the boat. Feet down Surfaces...