Reading The Signposts

Peace and quiet.

An inner moment

Where my soul rests

Beyond the reach

Of every day life.

Allowing me

The needed time

To be gentle

And compassionate

Towards myself.

In a world

That's indifferent

To my personal needs

Or wants.

Withdrawing

Into this private space

After a frenzied week

Of facing life's

Chaotic pace.

Healing

The micro tears

To my body and soul

Before they grow

Any worse.

Something

In the past

I would ignore

Until too late.

Burning myself

To the core.

As my body

And soul collapse

Into a stupor of death

Where none

Could touch me.

Including

Myself.

A harsh lesson

I don't want to learn

Over again.

Author's Note

By nature, I'm an introvert, which means being around people, drains me, on a mental and physical level that extroverts don't understand. Added upon this, I am a survivor of physical and psychological abuse, during most of my life, which I find myself, being hyper-vigilant, even though, the last episode of abuse, happened several years, ago.

Reviews

[willweb]

Some lessons are harder than others Therisa, especially when there are many obstacles sitting in our way...but learning is the key word...if we learn from those lessons, even anything at all, then we will be walking the right path to the future.

[therisa]

Sad, but true, Will. Thank you, for your compassionate words, to me, Will.