Healing is sold to us as a product to be consumed. Whole industries capitalize on it while gaslighting us, perpetrating the same traumas it claims to heal.
They say, “Stay quiet, silly girls,”
and we say, “Fuck you,”
with a smile of course,
and when the anger subsides,
the weapon of love annihilates all...
Here in the dark, when I just am, it doesn’t matter. It isn’t matter. I’m fluid, no longer frozen light but endless waves lapping at the ocean of being.
Many lost soul-pieces await restlessly to be acknowledged...just as the ruins of wrecked ships from long ago are waiting for the next storm to uncover them.
I know how I have cried, and cursed this body. I know how, when I got my period for the first time, I shut myself in a room and cried, saying "I hate this!"