someone walks into the room quietly and i jump
the startle reflex is the dominant symptom of the day
that was yesterday
today
i hyperventilate as i drive back home
i saw a man walking in the dark around our doors
I am triggered by this, i am tired, i have not slept
i am trying to put fear back on the shelf
understanding is far and i am just a complaint
my body hurts, i have struggled with chores
while trying to take care of my health
if i try to explain how i have felt
it is always and never
go back to your happy place self
the throw away is imminently dealt
the rejection, the judgment because i am myself
could i just not be me
i struggle with accepting me the way i are
i am scarred
i am scarred
i may even be broken but
most of the time i am just angry
about the battle days with fear
gripping me tight choking out safe light
i must fight to let it go
i must tell my mind that this is not then
and it is not happening again like before
so many befores’
so many befores’
sometimes they come rushing out the doors of my soul
in a second
a simple moment
i could lose control
i could stumble down the dark hole of ptsd
hypervigilance, easily startled, just fucking afraid of everything
it affects my breathing, my being
at least after therapy
i know what is happening to me
i can use my breath to regain free
i can breathe to release my body from this memory
my soul reminds me of who i am and the awesome power to live is me
in a single moment
i breath
shutting the door to the past
accepting me
even if no one else gets it
i still must love and live with myself
my superpower is the unconditional love that resides in me
fear is not really a factor
God lives in me
bring it on fear
i only need to breathe
to be free
by mozayik ‘the souls’ poet’
4.9.2019 716a
Category: Poetry
It is finished
I have not been promoting my book because that journey has ended. I don’t know where I would be without poetry. I was born a poet because that is what I needed to give voice to my pain. I bled onto the pages and it helped to heal me.
The poems in my book tell the story of my healing. It is amazing to me how clearly the poems actually chronologically portray my healing process. The title was My Healing Journey and I actually published and printed the part of the book that was finished at that time in 2008.
My healing journey was not complete, though. The book has gone from 48 pages to 80 pages. It seemed it would never be complete because every editing session triggered me. I would spiral down into depression, get into therapy and when I felt better or I allowed myself to be distracted I stopped therapy. there were also other reasons I had to stop, like insurance or lack thereof.
The book became one of my biggest motivators to continue therapy. I could clearly see my progress but also see where there was more work needed. I started to realize that my soul knew what I needed to heal. So I trusted it. It became apparent that the book would not get published or even completed until I healed.
The book became a labor of self-love. It became my promise to God that I would give my gift at no cost. Writing is the tool or gift God has given me to heal myself and to heal others. It is better to give.
A therapist once told me that after I did the work to heal that I would be happier than I could imagine. I did not believe her but I had to try and see what the end was going to be. What did I have to lose? I had happiness to gain, so I finally committed to therapy because being in pain became unbearable.
I got very serious about healing once I started having flashbacks. I had to face the fact that I suffered with PTSD. As it is often said, when the student is ready the teacher will appear. In January 2012 I was led to the YWCA where I spent over 3 years healing from childhood sexual abuse.
My therapist told me that I could be healed from PTSD and Fibromyalgia. She was right. It is true, that if you heal the mind you heal the body. Depression hurts.
I went over 3 years without therapy but the journey was not over. I still dealt with anxiety. Depression was and still is a thing of the past. I still had to heal from domestic violence among other things that had left side effects.
I don’t regret any part of my journey. I am a powerhouse now for women that are healing or want to start healing.
I was born with a calling to tell women that they can be free from the pain that stops them from being all that they want to be. God has used me to pull women from the edge of the ledge. I am sure I could not even imagine how much God has used me to tell women they can be free.
So I regret nothing. I was called out to endure and heal to say, “Girl get you some help”.
This last year in therapy and the last domestic violence experience gave me valuable lessons. Iyanla VanZant said, “There is value in the valley”. 2019 took my understanding of why I and many other women keep choosing the same type of person. We attract to us the people we need to heal. Sounds a little skewed but it is true. When we heal that part of ourselves we no longer need that situation to mirror our pain.
I have learned about things like Trauma bonding and The Trauma Brain and Narsacism as well as what it means to be an Empath. I count it all Joy. This information was essential for me to complete my journey to healing.
I decided ten years ago to take control of my life and make the necessary changes to have a better quality of life. I needed my children to be proud of me. I wanted them to see that Mama worked hard to get her shit together. I wanted to show not tell them that asking for help is a sign of strength and if you are willing to do the work you can change.
Now it is time to thrive. Now it is time to teach. Now is the time to reach even more women with the message, “I promise on the other side of healing is Happy”.
Mamie and Bertha in me
I honor the Mamie and Bertha in me
the image they continue to give me is one of possibility
these women stood tall, I never saw their backs break
a slight bend now and again
but never broken
I never saw them without what they needed
they showed me with hard work anything can be defeated
I am not afraid to break a sweat
so you have not even seen the best of me yet
I am like my Great Grandmother Bertha,
she walked through this world on her own terms
she paid the price to decide
when to prop up her feet and die to flesh
this is who I am
my grandmother Mamie did the same thing
you would always her saying
I will die before I lose my independence
and she left this world on her own terms
this is where I come from
backs do not break
we walk on through
our souls help us decide what to do
like their great, great, and great-granddaughter Melisa
even though they left her for dead
she has a mission
she will decide when it is time to go home
so I am going to be all right
this is where I come from
I have decided I have more work to do
more light to shine, more seeds to be sown before I go home
I am going to lay my burdens down
at Mamie, Bertha, Cara, Annie,
Essie and Margie’s feet
they are already free
and they are waiting for me to finish up this work
and come home and be free
by mozayik “the souls’ poet” 3.11.13
Soul Deep
There has always been something deep inside my soul that has kept me going. Writing poetry allowed my soul to bleed, my soul spoke to me through the words on the pages.
Sometimes I run across something I’ve written long ago and I don’t remember pouring these words onto the paper. It is usually profound, honest and deeply moving.
Most of my best poetry has been penned while tears rolled down my face. When the ache in my heart can’t be expressed verbally or the pain is unbearable writing is the only release for the anguish.
I want to share the gifts I have been given. Each poem expressed something that my mouth could not utter. Each poem a letting of the painful emotions buried for decades. Words on a paper are safe, but it is time to share.
May every poem be a balm for another soul. needing to know they are not alone. Hopefully just knowing that another soul made it over to the other side will encourage other women to start their journey to healing.
Sweet KARMA
Karma is not a bitch. Karma is sweet. Karma is fair.
She will give you what you deserve
and about your feelings she doesn’t care.
She will pay you in love,
If that is what you reap.
sowing seeds of love and positivity.
Will keep you out of the path of Karma’s negative proclivity.
Karma will be your friend,
until you make her your enemy.
Whether you acknowledge her or not
she will bite that ass no doubt
it is an absolute guarantee.
See, me and Karma go way back
to a time when I did not know
or respect
her affect.
I finally woke up when my love debt was past due.
I had burned too many bridges,
so, a reckoning with Karma I had to do
that changed my views.
Everyone will get what they are due.
No matter your hue.
Now,
I love every day my very best,
I am reaping love in abundance cause I let go of judgments,
no more right or wrong.
I am living the moments of my life’s song
I have created a life in love for myself,
my journey is filled with valley blessings.
I am receiving my wealth of love that Karma has dispensed.
by Mozayik “the souls’ poet” © 61917
survivor (when my own soul encouraged me)
you are a survivor girl
stand up and be strong
you’ve made it
through storms of hard times
you’ve seen bad marriages
the letdowns of dreams
but you’re still here
so it seems you can’t make it
seems you can’t see your way
but you’ve made it this far girlfriend
you survived, through it all till this day
go ahead on and be strong.
you’re a survivor because
you’ve hung in there this long.
gone girl with your bad self
only you know what you can do.
just try it.
just believe in your self.
don’t wait for somebody
to tell you that you can make it through.
you know what you’ve got to do
reach deep down inside yourself and
pull out what has been there for so long
stand up and be strong.
girl whatever it took
to make it through a bad marriage
to a drug addict and wife beater
whatever it took to make it
through abuse and rejection
whatever it took when
you were put down
lied to and talked about
but you made it through
you held your head up high
and you kept on going
girl, you can do it
all you gotta do is
stand up and be strong
believe in your self
you are a survivor girl
go ahead on
the goodbye poem
it is a sad commentary that our love would end like this
you may not feel anything or don’t even care
my heart is breaking cause
i know this time i don’t have any more love to give you
so you can throw it back in my face
discard me like gum on the bottom of your shoe
i have always been there for you
rescuing, rescuing and rescuing you over and over
only for you to discard, devalue me
i am stronger than your bullying
i know i have been a good woman to you
both of us know i don’t deserve for you
to shut down and treat me as if i am a bothering irritation
i don’t have any more
i hurt
i have hurt
i give
i have given
been there and gave whatever was needed for our life
i wanted to be your wife
you said we would be together forever
i believed we could make it or else
i would not have come back
but your mistreatment has for the last time
driven me out of the door
all of your excuses don’t mean shit to me anymore
burned all my bridges running back and forth to you
but god got me
i will be alright
will you?
because you will miss me deeply
someone and i hate to say this but it is true,
will treat you worse than you did me
i don’t wish that for you
but you can’t miss the reaping you must do
i will pray for you
we could have ended better
we should have been better than this
why would i stay where i am not wanted
i don’t know how i am going to make it
but i know god knows that i deserve better
i hope better for you
but i am through
by mozayik ‘the souls’ poet’
PRE-ORDER my Book I just had to do it. I had to let go so I could move forward
Poetry is My LIfeLine
if it were not for poetry
I would have given up long ago
poetry is the window to my soul
the light in the darkness
sanity instead of delusion
poetry allows me to look at myself
to take my eyes off you
Poetry inspires me
sets my soul free
when confused
and I can’t stand
to look at your face
and fear keeps me from speaking
and shame and disgrace
cloud my world
poetry inspires me
to set on paper all things ugly
all things deep
so deep if spoken
it would cut
like a sword into your gray matter
and pierce your heart
causing you to want my blood
poetry inspires me
it lets me gather my thoughts
so you and I can remain free
to coexist without war
poetry has taken me far
been my release
if it were not for poetry
I would have thrown myself
on the floor
pulled out my hair
ran naked out my door
screaming
I can’t take it no more
poetry inspires me
to drop to my knees
ask God
for more strength to go on
with my prayer answered
I can go walking
out the door fully clothed
thanking God for strength
mercy and grace once more
I need is poetry
by mozayik ‘the souls’ poet’
circa 2000
**STL HOMESICK**
I want to go home
homesick for my people in St Louis
I miss being around those that know me
the shock of culture in Phoenix is stark
I miss those that hold my heart
never thought I would miss St Louis
not missing the mold and high humidity
but I do miss the familiarity of my city
a walk in Creve Coeur park stimulated creativity
strolling through the Delmar loop
or traveling down Euclid looking for parking
just to get some Chinese food
is what I want to do.
just woke up this morning missing St Louis
yearning to swing down to the mangrove
by way of forest park
after viewing a movie premiere
sitting comfy in the art museum
twilight Tuesday celebrated
the music that flowed through our city
I have to admit it, St Louis is in my blood and I don’t regret it
by mozayik ‘the souls’ poet’
4.30.17 1:55 PM