I am a part of a five, there are five people in my immediate family. I happen to be the the other little finger in my family, the thumb. The thumbs up, indicates I am encouraging, although sometimes it does not feel like much — its not like I am pushing or pulling at anything! Just sticking out, like a sore thumb..but the message is clear – I will encourage you, always! When we are all extended, I am definitely the shortest one. I do not seem like I can have ‘birthed’ those other fingers – The pointer: Oh boy! Always in the right, studious, quick to point, quick to think, always number one! The middle finger – Yup, tallest (and not necessarily in stature), gets big when it needs to, will stick it to you when you need to be put in your place. Without it the whole thing comes apart – The ring finger: The love, sweetest love of life, the perfect jewel to the five, it can stick out like the middle finger, but although it will have an effect it will just not be the same, its too sweet. The sweetest, most precious of all. The true little finger: Do not be fooled! Without the little finger a hand is not complete, heck! A hand is not truly a hand without it! The little finger may seem small but man is it mighty! If it gets injured or hurt, well damn! The whole hand may be done for. The true little finger – the most important finger of them all. Which brings us back to the thumb – the other little finger. The thumbs up finger. The one that can bend over backwards if needed, the one that is needed to grab a tool, grab a fork, grab on to something! When you make a fist, it is the thumb that faces up and out, the one that faces the world, what strikes first in order to protect the other fingers. You can’t really mess with the thumb, for without it we could not have evolved into the beings that walk this Earth. But thumbs get hurt too, and when they do, the entire hand (and arm even!) may fall apart. Even though things seem ‘normal’ they are not quite the same without the thumb. I am the thumb in my family, the other little finger.
Tag: poetry
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In this post I will share a few short poems by worthy authors which have assisted me in what I call ‘snatching out the ‘crazy out of me’. These words have brought comfort to my cracked skull…ahem soul. These words say to me, ‘You are not alone child!’ My hope is that if perchance you have found yourself sitting in a corner of dark, big room, that these words help you see that you are also not alone.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
~Robert FrostI didn't want consolation; I wanted expression. I wanted to find the place where I was hurt, to locate it exactly, and to give it a mouth. Pain is very often a maimed creature without a mouth. Through the agency of the poem that is powerful enough to clarify feelings into facts, I am no longer dumb, not speechless, not lost. Language is a finding place, not a hiding place.
~Jeanette Wintersoncertain words sharp
like a prick against chilled skin
trauma is what trauma does
a gentle reminder not to give in
but the ice has barely frozen
the ice is far too thin
a simple prick to reminder
of who you are and whose you've been.
~sxsI invite you to imagine the most
precious baby that you have ever seen.
By some act of fate, you have been
made responsible for her.
You will witness her entire journey,
from childhood to death.
You can learn what she desires,
discover what brings her to life.
Listen to what calls to her from the
deepest parts of her being...
You alone will feel her most electric
and her most tragic moments.
You are her sacred witness.
Her most faithful and trusted
unconditional lover.
Remember, that baby is you.
Be gentle with her.
~Jody LynnMe
There is someone I want you to see
The girl who is inside of me
She is so pure, so filled with love
She yearns for something from above
A sign that tells her it's ok
To show the world just what's inside
To not be afraid or try to hide
I choose to let her be my guide
Reckoning now, she yearns for truth
And what was real when in her youth
All she knows is how she feels
A master of her own domain
Not tied down or bound by chains
My ego must now set her free
This girl inside is
Finally me
The woman I am supposed to be
~@ladysag77Children Unlike Mommy
I want to raise children
in ways that I have not known
they will not spend
majority of their adult lives
overcoming childhood trauma
love will never be foreign
it will indeed be their home
and my children
with their kind souls
will always invite others to visit
peace and light
yeah that's what they will know
~Sandra Solomon
CONFESSIONS OF A SUPERNOVA 