Deep

[bluesky]

Deep

Deep
Deep
Deep

Skin
Blood
Bones

Deep
Deep
Deep

Pain
Shame
Grief

Deep
Deep
Deep

Disbelief
Disharmony
Dishonesty

Deep
Deep
Deep

Hate
Fear
Sad

Deep
Deep
Deep

If they dug to the center of the earth it would not reach the deep where I find myself, lost.

 

[LoneWolfX]

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[bluesky]

Thanks and I appreciate your response.
It’s just that there is no consolation no mater what I do.
Therapy, venerability, Wife, Kids ,Fiends, Posting, Praying,Writing, Meditating it’s just never going to be ok.

 

[LoneWolfX]

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[bluesky]

I really hope it will be okay.
You see I have yet it’s all so empty the life has been sucked out of my world. From technicolor to drab not even black and white. The abuse has completed corrupted the vessel. The vessel has shattered and now in place of a heart of love,caring and kindness I am left with shit. I am becoming a bitter man and it’s what I fear the most since it will be the ultimate victory of those that set fire to my soul.
Burning and slowly stripping me to the bone.
Rendering my body and mind to refined distillates of shit blood and guts.
An offering on the Alter to be consumed by the beast
No balm or spirt to soothe the wounds only bitter wormwood to eat and sulfur waters to drink burning my innards.
Cast in to depths of deep darkness is this the station from where He on high wants His praise. Like Joan in the bowels of the whale. But I am no prophet or the son of one. I have not heard His voice but I hope He has heard mine.
My tears fall like acid etching my soul and mind. The pain rips at my heart. Is there no end to this maze no escape from this sentence for a crime committed on my body my mind my soul my aura my blood my skin my hair my hands my ass my dick my mouth my eyes my innocence.

 

[TravisHughCulley]

The vessel has shattered and now in place of a heart of love,caring and kindness I am left with shit. I am becoming a bitter man and it’s what I fear the most since it will be the ultimate victory of those that set fire to my soul.

I'm sorry. These are hard feelings. And yet there is dignity in the position you keep. Like a bus station attendant putting his best face on a passenger's long wait, like a dog in the face of a hungry man, acceptance of your feelings is kind of courage, and a virtue, no matter how disarranged your form.

There may be no escape from infinite woe. And so, knowing what you know, you are wiser to make its acquaintance and expect to free your grief through your own resolution. It is not that there is no end to suffering but that there is no greater force than your own that will be able to free you of it.

Then, like card players on a train or passengers in an elevator, your life becomes one of the hundred deaths you've swept asunder. You may not be beautiful. You may not be clean; but your acceptance of the impossible proves some acquaintance with the divine. This, if nothing else, proves that you are living a life that is other than superfluous.

 

[bluesky]

You may not be beautiful. You may not be clean; but your acceptance of the impossible proves some acquaintance with the divine. This, if nothing else, proves that you are living a life that is other than superfluous.

Thank you. What you say here has hit home for me. It gives me a different view of the horror that I was put through and its aftermath on my mind.

 

[NC-Survivor]

I have felt such deep deep pain. with my T and my spirituality, I am overcoming that pain while on my Healing Joyner. I hope you can find such freedom for yourself, too, brother!!