Misjudged

Dear K,

Yup. I’d rather self harm and think the worst of myself than put the blame where it actually belongs. Boy, does this poem shoot straight from the hip and hit the bullseye dead center. Some poetry is so meaningful there aren’t enough words to write in support. Brava! Super piece. H🌷

Dear H,
Thank you for your wonderful support! This is a therapy piece all the way, something I'm still working out... I'm sorry you share the tendency for self-blame. I wonder if there's any cure for us?
❤️k

Echo Honoria
Nobody does this kind of self questioning better.
You play with fire you're gonna get burnt.
Hey that scar will remind you.
Then you gotta say to yourself, was the connection worth it ?
I think you know the answer, I certainly do ...

BIG FIERY LIKE...... RED

💢💯❤🖤🧡💥

Sigh... of course I know the answer... which means I'm doomed...
Thank you, always.
❤️k

A poignant write BK, and true to many experiencers of the human condition. It's strange, but you'd think it would be the easiest thing in the world to 'be oneself' (animals seem to do it o.k), and remain so whilst still relating to others. But no, we seem to 'lose ourselves' when in the presence of others (with some, more so than others).
The last two lines seem to speak to me of hidden trauma. I've found it a slow journey of unravelling, of putting together the jig-saw pieces of one's life to make sense of it all. Can't say I've got there yet, but neither can I give up (on myself) because I'm 'worth it!' -- and so are you.  Josh.

Josh,
Thank you for this incredibly kind and understanding comment. You get it. I'm still in the process of figuring out who "myself" is, let alone actually BEING myself. And when you think a person actually does 'see' you, and then find out you're mistaken... well, that just opens a whole new level of hurt.
As for trauma... yes, it's quite an unraveling. The other voice in the poem is my therapist. I still have so far to go.
Thank you so much.
❤️k

Oh damn...this so resonates...

Oh, sorry to hear it... it sucks.
Thanks for reading!
❤️k

'' The thrill of connection was worth  
dancing with flames --  
burns and blisters be damned.''  
 
Damn...this seeps.  
 
 
''    
"So, you'd rather think badly of yourself?" she replied,  
and the question still has me speechless. ''  
 
Sound like a subliminal imitation into shadow work  
 
A most profound write BT  
Good to see you pushin that pen again...  
 
Much respect  
 
Naaj

Wrestling with that frickin' shadow every damn day!!

I really must do more of this pen-pushing. It helps... especially when it allows me to get such kind support from other poets. Thank you.
❤️k

The struggles of being misunderstood, gd it.... especially when one has spent a better part of the day trying to get the other to understand.

LJ

Yeah... or years....
Sigh.
Thanks for commisserating!
❤️k

As we get older and gain that knowledge we become more diligent in our exchanges. It’s difficult to let go of some the more hurtful instances from the past, like internalizing it and questioning our self worth, something I struggled for a while which id why I found your piece so relatable.


Well done

Thank you. I keep thinking I'm done with this hurt, but it keeps coming back. Still processing, I guess.
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!
❤k