trauma. Heart leaping Dancing with my insides fiction, that is real feeling everything

To be resolved.. don’t make me feel like one

I’ve been thinking..

What’s masking What’s real? Is there such a thing as reality in a world with thin layers that bleed as they peel Are rhymes a high note Taking the truth out of the day Because, honestly, grief constricts of endless The vice that, only partially, crushes Harnessing ‘failures’ to shame .. Bought and sold The me you own There and, consistently Can be your steady anchor That’s the me that I vow to pull in and take home Angel Sunflowers Wrapping In those who feel like home to me

Just because you say so, surfing, light-hearted words

on writing, ADHD

wall to climb, relief, grief over what could have been

Factors I considered I would smile, had an ‘expressive’ face and was viewed as ‘excitable’.

Be kind, love, peace, hope, pain, change, the universe

Tara poetry, late adult diagnosis, old poetry diary

I blamed me.

Judged, I care, passionate, interrupting, ‘over’-talking, physically painful, shame, a few short words

free flowing, poetic journal, hard on myself, tasks ADHD, spoken word poet-style, rhythm and rhyme

soothe,

ADHD awareness, working hard, exhaustion, masking, trying feeling behind shame. The basket on the water, poetry, child like,

shifting, flowing, invisible bruises from where? high legs and elbow bumps, spaces to not feel my cares

ADHD and shame, poetry on trauma, sometimes I despair at the world

Introduction, notes, poetry, ADHD and internal messaging received, shame, IBS

ADHD women, society’s judgement, my shame

Non - ideal. So, a good response would be..