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Poetry/Re-Blog
No spiral but the sacred Spiral. – Only Fragments
Once you’re in free-fall it’s too late.
Traffic whizzes by in miniature
below, oblivious to my predicament
as I catch myself out
on a ledge of my own making.
Beneath my feet ancient concrete crumbles,
cascading into invisibility.
Don’t look down, I warn.
But of course, I do.
Self-soothe your way out of this one, why don’t you?
I laugh, plummeting toward the asphalt.
You can probably imagine what happens next.
(Spoiler alert: none of my problems
get solved.) In fact, I catch myself
a cold, the common kind I suppose,
of my own making like the ledge.
I haven’t been sick in years,
but it’s inevitable. My body simply intervenes.
Enough!
She finally snaps,
We’re taking a couple days off.
Before the symptoms set in it’s 2:00 a.m.
Dear, stubborn body secure
in a cloud of comfort –
a shroud of comforters,
my crumbling thoughts cascade into invisibility.
And I myself arrive home again
to the place where all journeys end
and begin.
In the oceanic trench of slumber
I know peace and loving arms around me.
I recognize them, these familiar spirits,
gentle voices lulling me awake.
Calm yourself, child.
It was only a bad dream.
The colorful, whimsical drawings here are a great way to help talk yourself off a metaphorical ledge:
Photo by Jake Ingle
21 responses to “Toxic Thought Syndrome”
This is so goood! Toxic thought syndrome is something I fall into as well, the difference is we know it’s toxic thought, some people wander lost in hell.
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Yes, the story of my early life, unfortunately. But I did finally figure out that I was my own jailer in that hell. (And throughout that time, I had more than one dream in which I’d discover a key — or that I had a key all along — the metaphors hit me over the head until I finally got it! 🤪
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Ahh the metaphors they pound us – and it’s my favourite way to learn 😊
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And to me they are ever-present in dreams, in literature, and in life.
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Sometimes metaphors hurt more than a five story fall.
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What doesn’t kill us makes us. . . wiser? We can hope! 🙂 Thanks for reading!
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“How am I gonna be an optimist about this?” – Bastille, Pompeii
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Right? LOL!! I’ll try and find a way! 😛
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Thank God it was a bad dream! Beautiful poem 💗
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I could easily relate to this poem that brought me a couple of knowing chuckles, with:
‘as I catch myself out on a ledge of my own making” and the body saying, “Enough!”
My body has gotten better at sending me these messages.
May we continue to catch ourselves early and redirect to peace and wellness!
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Indeed! Thanks for reading, JoAnna!
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My pleasure!
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thank you for giving us ALL something to think about!
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Thanks for reading, Annette!
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Uplifting😊
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Thanks, Himanshi! Our thoughts have their own momentum and we can get caught up in worry or fear, and this becomes a downward spiral. Sometimes our bodies make it clear to us that we are on a path that doesn’t serve us. In sleep and dreaming we can receive strength and assurance that all is well.
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Your reminder is a beacon of hope that guides us back to a path of peace and well-being.
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Really. Nice.
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Thank you, Ana!
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Glad to have you back! 🙂
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It’s wonderful to be welcomed. 🌹
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