This week’s word was ‘inside’. Where do you go with this word? Where does it take you? What does it stir up in you?
Lovely to explore the ‘inside’ in its various forms. Inside our selves, our homes, our lives…
What is like in your ‘inside’ world? Sometimes a word like this, can support your own exploration of yourself…
We hope you enjoy our expressions around the word, and remember, feel free to comment, write or share your own feelings.
The next week’s word is ‘fog’.
Hope to see you there.
The clothes I wear Come from I know not where
Purchased at an op-shop That someone has kindly dropped I wonder as I pick and choose The person who wore these shoes
The colour and style of this shirt Worn and loved no sign of dirt Bert, Kurt or maybe Ray Wore these pants everyday
Not that I feel ill at ease I’m grateful and very pleased The day I chose to walk in here Has brought me endless cheer
Bought at a discount price People comment I look nice And I feel good inside Letting go of my imposed pride
As a pensioner it makes sense To keep an eye on any expense
I must admit a donors’ charity Shows the goodness of our humanity The willingness to donate freely And to do it so discreetly
From household odds and sods to choose Books, crockery, vases, new and used Ladies fashions overtake the space Finding a bargain lights up a face
All the staff are a volunteer It’s why I love shopping here
I am her truth
You can find me inside In the most unusual spots
She hardly notices, that I exist Why?
I weave myself around the lining, 6.5 meter in all Bubbling gurgling, churning, burning
I play a tune in the beats and rhythms that emerge in her chest,
I show up in her expressions, Giving clues about what is true, or not
I build up behind her eyes, She holds me back, I lose the flow
I nestle in her deep frown so tight When she looks in the mirror, she gets a real fright
I am locked in her jaw, She feels it I’m sure
I am in her gasp As she searches for a breath
I jar at her muscles, with a twitch and pain
I seep out on her skin With cream she blends in
I agitate the follicles Alopecia she explains
I swim in her head That leads her to dread
I exist on the inside In the most unusual spots
Please let me find the way, To express what I want to say
I am her truth
When I look back I feel surprised At how much time I spent inside
Being outside was always so risky Many comments were curt There were put downs They hurt… It often did not feel safe My presence was repudiated Embarrassing situations shared I felt humiliated
Being inside was safe It was like being asleep in a great dream Except I was awake And it was supreme My toys were fun They cooperated in my stories When I could, I saved up and bought more Using money given to me by grandma from her jar-store
There were no limits to my stories I could be anything and go anywhere To space and beyond On a Thunderbird or just floating on air Even my older brother would sometimes arrive To hear the stories and smile
When I was called to come down To a meal or to depart It was like being shaken awake back to the other world without a heart