Coming through on the other side unscathed
Could hardly ever be the case
Yet to weather the storm
To balance the gravity of insanity
To ascend from the bowels of the masochistic fray
And somehow be washed ashore intact
Is a revolutionary act
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.
The sustenance for your craving…
I have the sustenance for your craving
Cease the ranting and raving
Calm you’re troubled soul
There is no need to hunger anymore
You humbly asked
I shall produce
The divine material
To fill the emptiness
The body of the goddess
The wine in chalice
For only you to partake
Spiritual Debt
Try as I might …
Try as I may ..
I could never repay
Indebted to the end of days
The cost not a tangible thing
Yet an essence nonetheless
It holds gravity
In a spiritual realm
No mere material could imagine to transcend
To dream of paying the cost
Overload
Too much for me
I cannot control
The overload
Breaking me down
Pound for pound
All burnt out
I have physical limits
Some things I cannot take
Left in a spiritual state
Where I am vulnerable to various entities
That are more experienced and navigate this landscape much better than me
Since I value my autonomy
I cannot linger
Yet the inevitable return to the physical state
… is another precarious existence
Which is my fate
Power through
The weight too heavy
What can I do?
I am left no choice
But to power through
If I stop now
I may never start again
I may be cast aside
To watch others win
Since this is not something I envision
…and since visions manifest reality
…I will take the pain, and the hurt, and the body bending gravity
