Giving Broken a Voice
Words from Recovery.
Reluctantly trusting in the process with faith, hope & love.
- Inner CriticI have been freed from the man with thin orange lips & pencil thin mustache & a big red pen & yellow pointy teeth hungry to change every word I write into pointless syllables. © SB Joy, 2021 © SB Joy, 2021
- Crows FeetWorrying, deepening wrinkles,crows feet at my edges of timecut deeper from winds & stormsinto a well worn wall, adobe thick,mud proofed in the sunof my distresses. Storms, find me frettingover uselessness. Silverware,china patterns, the right gaugeshot gun, sofa colors & styles,impenetrable impeccable prayers,correctly folded towels, right answersdishes in the dishwasher stackedin strictest order. Ah, lost …
- Prick ly PearThank god, mym-other & f-atherhadn’t discoveredthat paddle with allthe attached pins & needles & used a leather belt instead. © SB Joy, 2021 © SB Joy, 2021 That belt hurt my pride, my ass and destroyed any trust I had with my parents. Without trust there is no relationship. To this day I struggle with …
It is a collection of spoken words I made in 2020.
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