Stream of Consciousness
Hearts Content
From strangest creatures we desire reliefThat thereby consummates to make beliefs Mocking a tune that I once heard reach In time’s own learning—that hides its grief Those blundered errs, either this or that, becoming a deedTempered by long patience, turning to inner leadsThen building towards —high on dares—end of speech….Thyself thy foe, and to thy own sorrows, thy shall appease! Now comes yonder —uncared along —for ‘naïveté to seekTh’t one ☝️ customary—long dwelling,(to know ponder,) rooted in deep Sacred—It comes ‘from thee, full girdled, in seekAs reasons in season, revealing misty deepShall I despair such to a passing featOr fit predicaments to undying pleas A baroness as siren comes to seekFor a thought in silence is restless to reach © ✍️ Madhu Goteti, October 3rd, 2025
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Poets
Catch the trauma
Release the trauma and let it spread where it should, deep enough to reach with your hand. She still can't remove it, trauma isn't that easy to grasp, but why not try to heal it, calm her nerves, and turn it into something better than it ever was? She decided for herself that it was better to turn it into something happier, more joyful, more meaningful than remaining in this form of eternal human trauma. She decided to pack her bags and move to a dragon's cave, where at least she could fly high and soar through the blue sky and clouds, leading a much more interesting life than eternally tormenting a defenseless human being. She healed her soul. She freed her child from the harm caused by her lies and attacks, and then an adult appeared, completely judged by everyone as a good being, whom no one really wanted to help and save after the trauma, transferred to a cage. The adult came to visit her to see how she was doing and if she was still wasting her life, traumatizing her family and all the people from afar.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
