Author: PoetessLaureate

I am a writer, counselor, and student of human behavior with a particular fascination for the unseen forces that organize our lives. My work combines psychology, field theory, complexity theory, attachment, and personal reflection to explore how people become who they are, how they change, and how they become entangled in one another’s stories. Psychological Cartography is my ongoing effort to map the terrain of the mind and the relational fields we inhabit. Through essays, poetry, and original concepts, I explore topics such as emotional contagion, projective identification, identity formation, social influence, and the hidden architectures of human connection. This is a place for curiosity, reflection, and the search for deeper coherence.

Coup De Grace

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You knew the wounded animal you were dealing with

You pretended to understand

To fulfill your own purpose

You took my hand

I trusted you, though apprehensively

I wanted it to be true

So I brought down the walls, for you

With my hands open wide

Now the scourge is flooding through

I regret opening up

Letting my weaknesses be known

Just to be destroyed and overthrown

Forgetting Things

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Letting things be what they will be, naturally

No more causing any havoc, only peace

My soul needs healing

My heart feels like it is dying

Is this the road less traveled?

This path is painful and trying

 

Expiration Time

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As was to be expected

Things reached a feverish pitch

…and then that was it

The boiling point was reached and burned us a bit

Until we were truly over it

No holding on anymore

We have exhausted our limit

Our expiration seemed due but I did not see it

Please look in the mirror

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Now that the fog is clearing in the bleak landscape of my mind

I see purpose emerging

Thoughts become clear and more defined

As unfair as this may seem

I must this once think logically

As ridiculous as I may be upon occasion

I have never lacked the sense to be self aware

Yet to forge the path to get there..

There is such fear in me to see the reality

The difficulty would be in first looking in the mirror to face… me

Theme of Destruction

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I am hurting as you are deserting me

I deserve this honestly

For all the things I could not be

The Happy-Go-Lucky

Ever hanging precariously

Dangling carelessly on the edge, you see

Is like second nature for me

There will be no excuse

No plea

I understand your displeasure.. but why I am pleased with the comforting theme of destruction?