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 need to dissociate

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No use pondering anymore

Tired from the racing thoughts

Trying to come to terms with myself

The destruction I sought

Yet it is more complicated than that

Self doubt

Eating me from the inside out

Tearing apart my sanity

In this love drought

The mind shattered in a thousand pieces

There must be somewhere I can compartmentalize

This hurting part of me I can not seem to let go

Not consciously or unconsciously

Affirmations are not working

Prayers going unanswered

This dark cloud hovering ever cautiously

Is threatening rain

…and I remain in purgatory

Sweet Nothing

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Empty words you feed to me

Yet I still crave, so hungrily

For sustenance

For nourishment

For solidity

In these blind statements

Please do not say

What you will not do

Who will break my fall?

If not you?

How much more can I wait?

Wait so patiently…

For poetic words to set me free

For the promises to redeem me

For a foolish heart.. to believe in me

Chemistry Unforeseen

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What a blessing for a lonely soul

The synapses connections in our hearts

Ringing off the charts

Right from the very start

Such a treat to indulge

So I plunge in with great exurberance

The energy is electric

No static

The unspoken gestures naturally made clear

No need for doubt

No fear

… and judging by your stare

You over-stand

Receptive to Future Blessings

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Sometimes one must part with beloved things to make room for future blessings

It is hard without a doubt to perceive this in the moment

Just like it takes time to become acclimated to new things

It also takes time to grieve when said, “new things” depart

I am making room in my heart by discarding the last remnants of you

It is not an easy thing to do