I got triggered today. You’d think after all the shadow work, all the reflecting and belly-aching, I’d have been done with this shit. But this is the thing about these modern times. Social media is like a M75. A picture, a comment, a “like” is a grenade.
I am the medic picking out my own shrapnel whilst trying to administer relief to someone else.
I’m changing tactics. I’m going back to basics. Staying off the carnival ride that is social media. Deleting “friends”. I will continue my path but pull back from the bat-shit crazy intrigues of the “look-at-me” society.
I continue to write my poems, ramble out spontaneous prose, cultivate my observations and work on getting that book gets published.
I am at the precipice of new beginnings. This came after a literary death of “what no longer serves.” Working through the trigger, I find myself closer to who I really am. The innocence and freedom of who I really am. The bliss within my soul of being content in my own company is all I need. It is now easier to walk away from old wishes and ways.
The trigger has been released before I popped off a shot. Now that the emotion has been quelled, I can write.