Under the Kitchen Sink
If you’d like to hear how the pacing of these words flows in my body, enjoy the audio included above.
Like hidden corners
under the kitchen sink
it’s time to finally clear out
the things I didn’t know
sat dormant for years
the lingering shame & doubt
.
Countless hours of journaling
and therapy too
but still something’s in there
like something that’s missing
.
except it’s not absent
it’s (actually!) too present
.
the gift of spiritual trauma
is one that keeps on giving
unless you learn to return or exchange
the residue and the ribbons
.
red flags that once looked docile
like a beacon of solid ground
I now know in truth signaled
your own little kingdom
your own bounds
.
How did I find myself in that place?
still no soothing answers.
.
I can’t go back and change that day
but under the sink I can clear out the clutter
.
