Tuesday, February 1, 2011

post traumatic stress

Sleeping, demon slain?
She screamed in the dream, awoke,
to own it again.











Some of us have recurring fears, resentments, triggers that threaten our inner joy.  Peace with ourselves may be elusive, and fleeting.  I am learning to face, name, depersonalize and let go of past wrongs.  However, the power we give the inner life of our minds and souls work on.  A nightmare awoke me this morning, reliving a current anxiety with the roles reversed, at which point I realized all the characters in the dream were elements of myself...............
Peace, 

(image: google. Edvard Munch The Scream)

7 comments:

  1. nice...got some wicked rhyme going on...and yeah i hear you on the internal messing with us too...nicely done

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  2. It's like a waking nightmare. I love your self-realizations from the dream, Dianne. I hope they bring you inner peace.

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  3. Whoa. What else? Whoa.

    I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying. Repitition. Practice. We'll get there.

    xo
    erin

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  4. You own it until you leave it as excess baggage on the station platform. Let who ever really owns it, pick it up and carry it. Never was big on carrying to much baggage that belongs to other people.

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  5. Very nice. I have a post about dreams as well. Will look for it.

    Here you go:

    http://ficklecattle.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams-are-tricky-bastards.html

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  6. errors
    clutter awareness
    kalidoscopic dreams
    this traffic jam behind my eyes
    my pen

    My understanding here, Dianne. _m

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