On the Edge of Yesterday...
A comprehensive poem of all my traumas- so that I may start letting them go... On the other side of yesterday when I didn't know love, I loved wholeheartedly. I laughed the loudest, and only knew a childlike cry of pain. Just like a bird that hadn't left the nest, I lived only seeing the walls of my comfort zone, and then suddenly- I was dropped down the nest except- I'm not a bird. I was a little girl, a whole human being a child who had never known the pain of being dropped much less the pain of landing. Years later, I realize that being dropped did hurt more and lastingly, than the landing that lasted momentarily. Years later, I would realize that I consistently re-live free fall sensory experience. Years later- I still wouldn't let myself hit the ground, still refusing to land. PTSD. On the far side of yesterday when I haven't known joy, I was ecstatic. I lived in a state far from the current state of home, I made lifelong friends and learned lifelong