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I almost didn’t make it here.
Not tonight.
Not to this day.
Not to this moment.
Because some days
breathing feels like begging,
and my ribs feel too fragile to hold up the weight of me.
And I don’t tell anyone.
I smile,
In the way glass smiles right before it shatters.
I laugh,
the way a mask laughs when no one’s behind it.
And I pray nobody hears the sound of me cracking.
And then
one day
a hand.
Not a fist.
Not a finger pointing out everything broken in me.
Not a grip trying to drag me where I wasn’t ready to go.
Just a hand.
Gentle.
Steady.
Human.
It touched my shoulder like it wasn’t dangerous to love me.
It reached for mine like I was worth reaching for.
And in that moment
every screaming voice in my head
got quiet.
Do you understand?
That’s what saved me.
Not thunder.
Not fire.
Not some miracle in the sky.
A gentle hand.
A reminder that I wasn’t too heavy,
that I wasn’t too late,
that I wasn’t invisible.
And I learned something that day
gentleness is not weakness.
It’s war.
It’s rebellion.
It’s armor that doesn’t look like armor,
but still keeps you alive.
So now
if I can be that hand for someone else,
if I can steady a shoulder,
hold a palm,
stop a fall
I will.
Because I am still here.
Because somebody, once,
offered me a gentle hand.
And that…
that was enough.
My family does not believe me,
especially my father.
My mother gives the usual platitudes,
'of course, dear' and 'yes, I see him.'
I know she means well.
I also know she is lying;
she told me once that Jason was
'taking up the entire space in the house.'
So
'Would I like to take him out to play in the garden?'
Jason, you see, he is a dragon,
a tiny dragon that I carry in my pocket.
He became my friend
just after Herbert disappeared.
Jason is very naughty,
I do my best to control him,
but he does set fire to things:
Bits of paper,
once my homework,
my sister's hat,
a few things in the garden shed.
Then Jason set fire
to the carpet
in my bedroom.
After that
I started visiting a new doctor
with my mom;
and Jason.
Creak, creak
I hear the boards speak
The wolf is running about
Don't wiggle
Stifle that giggle
Never let the air out
Little girls learn
How to quickly discern
The choppy river in motion
It crawls, then falls
Into fragmented balls
Reaching for the magic potion
The smell of cedar
Damp chicken feeder
Pinches nerves in a knot
Just trying to live
Through pain that gives
Innocence a black thick blot
I hate sound
That surrounds
The mirrored soul with glue
I'm tired of healing
The huge onion always peeling
Layers of skin to sinew
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2026
A competitive path,
society v individual,
to retributive justice
is measured in accountability
of the individual
to respect
the imposed police and court
and prison system.
More cooperative polypaths,
individual Me AND social We,
to restoring Ego/EcoJustice
are measured in collective integrity
reducing trauma
isolation
intimidation
and chronic stress triggers
Polymorphically designing
and polynomially balancing
and polytheistically engaging
healthy positive energy relationships
slow-growing resilient plants
with people
with one regenerative
living
restorative
resilient planet
Throughout co-operative
space AND time communion now
past AND future timeless
health AND safety gifted presence
natural AND spiritual blessings
physical AND mental meta-integral
regenerations of
Cooperative polypaths
destined to restore Ego/EcoJustice
co-mediating secular/sacred
trans-binary new age dawning
old school cisbinary fawning
creolizing 1/0
bolt/nut
pole/hole
binomial integrity
Is definitely not
colonizing
ostracizing
and punishing.
Resilient peace
is not achieved
through dissociative punishing sticks,
with no hope for fresh round carrots.
Traumatic isolating accountability events
do not have therapeutic outcomes
measured in Earth's emergent integrity,
wounds seeking impressive healing;
not more oppressive hurting
Because,
as any gang
or tribe member
or resilient community knows,
trauma of past victimization
does not predict
a future of multiculturally
polyculturally inclusive
therapy
Because pathological governance
from predators above
and outside
is not resilient health
for those preyed upon
praying for natural
nurturing
nutritional compassion
below dispirited feelings
and inside tragic souls
Because patriarchal systemic trauma
power-over
is not ecofeminist therapeutic
power-with-and-within
Because stinging red pathology
is not soothing green health
or integrally learned
integrity woke
polychromatic wealth.
The lure of expectations is the trap in the illusive mind,
imposing multiple reflection where no end is to find.
Delusion bound to limitation to hide the chaos of fear,
the story in the story squeezing another tear.
Riding the beast of burden as duty of past generation,
not seeing the now to create contentment in relation.
The vision far more complete with magical sight,
for new horizons without rational logic and a pulling tide.
Visions born in grace and serene to be - are free,
working with the great mystery of creation to see.
The mind of doubt in still will be inspired by that relation,
within that state of sacred legacy, begins the mental administration.
The impressions of your feelings in much gentle hue,
like reflections in the early morning dew.
Embrace the inheritance of light from the moment at your birth,
given your soul the utmost gentle attention on this earth.
Since I have the image of beauty by closed eyes seen,
I walk through the abundant garden in my dream.
God is love
The preacher man say,
The man born by a virgin is the god,
The man with long bear,
Head covered,
Say he a messenger of god,
The Indian man say we are the god,
In a form of reincarnation,
Some other men say,say,say,
And say,
All like a politic's,
Always disagreeing to nothing,
But never agree to something,
Hatred on high rise,
Discrimination all over places,
Cos of deferent believe's,
From a mental war,
To a physical war,
No way,
That makes me disagree,
My first instinct spoke to me saying,
God is love"
I agree within,
Without a doubt,
Cos I felt the truth,
Tell me,
How we can live without God?
Tell me,
How we can live without love?
No love, no peace,
No peace, no unity,
No unity is equal to wars,
And rumours of wars,
Show me who is God,
If not love,
And there you tell a lie,
You can never see God,
You can never see love,
You can only feel God,
You can only feel love,
The feeling from within,
Is the prove,
The evidence is pure,
Live with love,
Do with love,
Love is life,
Life is love,
Finally I found the God,
And the!
God is love.
Said the caste abolitionist
to the privileged preservationist
What Earth needs outside
we both feel inside
What people want inside
fills and spills outside
Following polycultural
polypathic
polyamorous
polytheistic Golden Rules
Ways
Means
Golden Ratios.
Caste abolition,
like anthropocentric constraint,
and unlike narcissistic complaint,
engages transformative potential
to recreate an organic civilization
in which every sacred body
has what is needed
and every polyamorous mind
has what is wanted.
Every neurological system
well-trained
and peace-making empowered
to recognize
and responsibly self-correct
any dissociative dissonant differences
between body nurturing needs
for kind touch
and mind-care wants
for compassionate communication
Spoken
and unspoken,
saged
and mused,
crowned
and rooted,
mountained
and valleyed
FatherSunned
and EarthMothered,
LeftBrained
and RightBodied,
enlightened
and empowering,
polished Win+Win
and abolished Win v Lose.
Except I’m not allowed to time travel.
I could go through ten years, 20 years, 37 years of butterflies doing their thing.
Strange voices.
Or unawareness, whichever comes first.
Into the beehive which is restlessness, and maybe never happened again.
Except I’m not allowed to time travel.
I am carrying mud of the past across the kitchen of existence.
Mangled expectations for:
Ten years ago.
Strange voices didn’t exist, just numb stuff.
The powers didn’t exist in some ways,
Maybe I manifested being a burden instead.
Which explains that summer,
At least in a way I could understand.
Now.
They know I can time travel.
They can predict what I would pack in a bag.
So they took away all the stuff I packed three days from now.
I used to read minds, now they have that from my bag they took.
Now I can’t even read words in the ether or the TV.
Yes you.
Except I’m not allowed to time travel.
I live in an era mangled from myself.
And one of us in the future, one is the flickering light fixture in here.
The rusted shower handles might be from another universe.
Except I’m not allowed to time travel.
What, honey?
See you in a week or something.
I used my powers to shut them up.
Evil laughter continued anyway.
Do we see the world
through rose coloured glasses
Durst cut up the bodies of people
Psychologists say
He must have a mental illness
perhaps but the spanish
conquistadors cut up the bodies
of american indian babies
did they all have a mental illness
the New Zealand Maori
had the victory feast
where they sat and ate
the captives that lost their battle
culture after culture has been
cannibalistic treating each other
in horrible ways
did they all have mental problems
look back through history
and every culture every race
has treated others horribly
The American indian tied
a man legs to two different bending trees
and used the trees to split him in two
the Japanese Used slivers of bamboo
to take off one nail at a time
The English had hung drawn a quartered
a man was hung then dragged through the town
behind horses before being cut in four
with his head put on a stake
to warn others
not to break the law
The Russians attacked and killed
their Czar and his family
killing their aristocracy
to create a Communistic state
do they all have a mental disorders
or are all people capable
of horrific behaviours
I don't think that
I could ever do what has been done
but how much
of who am i
has been taught to me over the years
if I had been brought up in a different way
could I be a different person
How much do we owe to God
the bible teaches love thy neighbour
the bible became the foundation of our laws
is civilisation just a fabric
a facade
an illusion
created to make ourselves feel better about life
are we progressing toward paradise on earth
or are we heading back into the depths
of deprivation
Is man just an animal waiting to be unleashed
or is he the scholar
the lover waiting to grow
Imagine the bomb going down on Iraq
their metal fragments slicing like knives
through a two year old
Granted they attack the world
they use children as cannon fodder bombs
when will human beings learn to love all people
no matter what colour we are all the same
Pathological Ego projectors
onto stereophonic EcoOthers,
voiced and unlanguaged,
rejoicing and lamenting,
healthing and reverse wealthing,
investing and divesting,
breathing in and bleeding out,
do not make viable healthy candidates
for democratic WinWin public office.
Co-empathic DNA work through history
invites dipolar co-arising role-play
outside-nature Left
cast as EitherWinOrLose dominant colonizers
co-inviting inside-spirit Wise MatriarchalElders
RightBrain Both/And recessive ecofeminist
creolizing StoneSoup cooperative network rebuilders--
the experiential motherland of democratic nature-spirits.
Ego X-YangNature
beloving
Eco Y-YinSpirit,
WinWin regenerate health-wealth
economic and political and personal
transparent DNA ZeroZones.
PositivEnergy integrates
and notnot NegativEntropy dissonant inmates
blowout past and future irrationality
anti-creation
anti-theological patriarchal pathology,
anti-systemic competitive Lose to Lose
punishing GodVoices
speaking unholy scriptures
for terrorists and violent colonizers,
Monoculturing WallBuilders
Not Left to Not Right
to Not West to Not East
to Not North to Not South...
Healing (0)riginal co-relationals
through universal +,+1.00%
Ego,Eco ZeroZone
ZeroSum
ZeroCore Revolution
Healing Ego
within
EcoTherapeutic WinWin
Environmental Justice--
ClimateHealth
Emerging Green reborn
from EcoMatriarchal wombed CoOperative Ownership
organically restored
BiNomial
Winning Egonomic
Winning Sacred Ecological
BiLateral co-arising
differentiations in time
of revolving light
Like Father Hydrogen
with Mother Helium
timeless synergetic bionic co-acclimation--
acclaiming ecotherapeutic
democratic co-ownership roots
of eternally divine progenitors.