Pan Comforting Psyche (Begas)
Therapist coaching me to think of mantras to help me accept when I have difficult emotions rather than masking.
Me: "Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit"
Therapist: mm.....maybe??
Me: *ignoring her while dancing* "I'm so depressed I act like it's my birthday...:
Therapist: ...
I can't help thinking of what lies beneath.
Observing every dip and dandelion
And wondering - is my footing really safe?
Or does this prove that deadly instinct right
That even these foundations, tested, true -
Yes, even this can crumble, overnight. /2
(Sink hole)
Draft poem:
Today, after the sticks and grass were emptied
From the plastic tea-set, casually tossed aside
By chubby hands. The raspberries all consumed.
I stuck my sandal through the crusted earth
Into a sink hole. Left the shoe behind.
Initially kept walking. Realised.
And with no little horror, peeked inside
The hole. Observed it gaping further in
On either side. What made it? No idea.
We filled it in with stones and sand. But now
Whenever I walk upon my precious land /1