April 2, 2022March 14, 2022 braveandrecklessblog

Lattice – Christine E. Ray

I come back to myself with a start find that I am staring at the wallpaper unconsciously tracing geometric patterns with my fingertip over and over I am not the strong blue lines that intersect I am the empty white spaces in the center of the hexagons I am the void © 2017 Christine Elizabeth … Continue reading Lattice – Christine E. Ray

August 2, 2019July 31, 2019 braveandrecklessblog

Lattice

I come back to myself this morning find that I am staring at wallpaper unconsciously tracing geometric patterns with my fingertip over and over I am not the strong blue lines that intersect I am the empty white spaces in the center of the hexagons I am the void © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All … Continue reading Lattice

July 19, 2019July 13, 2019 braveandrecklessblog

Pins and Needles

thunder has been rumbling for the last few weeks under my skin hair stands up on the back of my neck my arms a storm has been brewing I am edgy uncomfortable reality keeps twisting a Dali landscape I keep ending up in the lost and found bin voiceless disoriented unable to account for all … Continue reading Pins and Needles

July 15, 2019July 13, 2019 braveandrecklessblog

Survivor’s Guilt

time is slipping away from me minutes hours lost not complete blanks but blurs periods of fuzzy memory gaps that I can’t quite fill my therapist brain dispassionately tells me that I have been dissociating again disappearing from my own life my grip on myself on reality increasingly tenuous part of me is deeply concerned … Continue reading Survivor’s Guilt

July 17, 2018June 5, 2018 braveandrecklessblog

Pins and Needles

Thunder has been rumbling for the last few weeks under my skin hair standing up on the back of my neck my arms a storm has been brewing I am edgy, uncomfortable reality keeps twisting into a Dali landscape I keep ending up in the lost and found bin voiceless disoriented unable to account for … Continue reading Pins and Needles

July 12, 2018June 5, 2018 braveandrecklessblog

Survivor’s Guilt

Time is slipping away from me minutes, hours lost not complete blanks but blurs, periods of fuzzy memory gaps that I can’t quite fill My therapist brain dispassionately tells me that I have been dissociating again disappearing from my own life My grip on myself, on reality, increasingly tenuous Part of me is deeply concerned part … Continue reading Survivor’s Guilt