The more I read my old posts and my old poems the more I am astonished how well I have described my healing path and how it felt getting to grips with my past. Maybe it does not feel like that to other people. Maybe I am not good enough with words to bring that over. However, for me, it was cathartic to write about it and still often is.
The following poem has not capitals and no punctuation marks either. That is on purpose to emphasise the feeling of being lost and confused
lost feet prance along
Video thanks to Ballet Vlaanderen via YouTube