Invisible Wound

Invisible Wound Manifesting Invisible Wounds

Operating as usual


Challenge accepted from Anne.
Could I please get two (2) friends or family members to copy and repost? I am trying to demonstrate that someone is always listening.

Just two. Any two. Say DONE.


Poem submission 6/12/2019


I sit quietly, listening.
Putting my hand to my chest, I wait to feel it.
Like someone lost in a dark room, stumbling around, sliding hands on the walls trying to find the light switch.
My memories seem to melt together, colors and places, smiles- all swirl together- lost

It’s gone.

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“Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,
and my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning!

Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them,
In the halls of Valhalla!
Where the brave may live forever.
-Viking Prayer

Responding to dick comments because, no, we can't sleep either:

Responding to dick comments because, no, we can't sleep either:


Screw you healthine.garbage. Thanks for being unhelpful. I'm surprised one on the list isn't "Sleep."

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2.)Use the "4-7-8" Breathing Method. ...
3.)Get on a Schedule. ...
4.)Experience Both Daylight and Darkness. ...
5.)Practice Yoga, Meditation and Mindfulness. ...
6.)Do Not Look at Your Clock. ...
7.)Avoid Naps During the Day. ...
8.)Watch What and When You Eat.

Invisible Wound

Invisible Wound


I visit the statue often.
Even though the statue is far from home.
I find myself standing alone in the darkness, in a clearing.
He is imposing in size, made of solid, immovable stone.
His heavy feet stand in a place that was likely a house..a foundation weathered into a clearing long ago.
I approach the statue.
I often wonder what he's looking at in the distance. Or maybe he's not looking at anything. It's hard to tell. On my toes, I balance myself to stare into his unmoving eyes.
I slide my hand over his smooth, cool arm. I pull myself to it, momentarily find comfort despite its lack of response.
I knock on his chest, the sound is hollow, thunderous even.
I press my ear against his stone chest...imagining he might be crawled up inside somehow. I listen quietly, almost sure I hear a heartbeat.
I hear nothing.
I can't remember how long this statue has been there.
It seems like days, but just as likely, years.
But I remember the night I realized I was too late.
All at once I noticed his feet had been hardened into place. I ran to him. Why couldn't he hear my screams to tell him he was changing?
He doesn't hear me even though he nods at me. How long has he been unable to hear me?
I sobbed, wrapping my arms around him.
I pleaded to his deaf ears as I felt his body turn to stone, cold, pressed against mine.
I looked up at him, desperate to find his familiar, blue gaze.
It was too late, his eyes were already fixed.
It was done.

When I visit him, I wrap myself around him. My eyes squeezed tightly, I try to will those stone arms to hold me.
Maybe my love will be enough.
But those heavy arms never move.

I visit the statue often.
I press my face against his smooth cheek.
I whisper to him about my life, ask him for his thoughts, and cry in his stone lap when I'm sad.
At times, I think he can hear me, but I can't be sure.
Although I know he's a statue, I still think my love can be enough.
I hold him and hope for one day, to feel him stir in my arms.
I visit him, often even though it's far from home.

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