Strand lines on the sand
Strand lines on the sand Triggered tides of loss and fear Wash in, out and over me, The strand lines on the sand Evidence the debris You created back then, When, I fought the shockwaves And lost my sense of self. I was driftwood Floating on a sea of uncertainty, The only certainty are the memories, flashbacks, Etched fossil-like on my mind, Embedded rock hard, never to be eroded. And yet time has softened My heightened senses, sharp edges; DBT and Mindfulness have brought clarity To my cloudy waters of doubt, And each triggered tide Brings forth less debris To my mind's strand line. When I watch the tide of emotions Coming into shore now, I'm able to ride them, Surf them even, Because I accept my triggers, They are part of my journey And there is so much more sea Left to explore Than the shore I found myself on, Back then. Where there are triggers There will always be strand,...