Soft

Soft

I wanna be sweet

And soft

Like my non tucked tummy

Like cool summer breezes

At dusk

After a long hot day

That sweep away the sweat

Like a butterfly kiss

Barely touching skin

Delicate

I wanna be protected

Defended

Assisted

I wanna be sweet

And soft

Like pink cotton candy

Melting on a tongue

Soft

Like mornings after

Like warm arms

And slow breaths

But this world

This air

This water

This earth

Requires so much steel

And still

I wanna be soft

fluffy

Like Cumulus clouds

Shape shifting

Seeing dreams and possibilities

As I float in sunset orange skies

But this work

This life

This year

These dragons

Require breathing fire

No knight coming for me

I don’t want to be saved

I know my power

My strength

My purpose

The gaps I stand in

My why

And yet

I long

To lay down my sword and shield

And study war no more

When the night air is heavy with summer

Lightning bugs light fireworks around my ankles

The damp smell of wet leaves and grass

Lingering in my nose

All I want to be is

Soft

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Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited

I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse. As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven. I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child. I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power.. I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination.. Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative". It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..

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