The Bind of Wanderlust

Tag: trauma

  • The Whisper of My Body

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    Faith Hajek
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    I lie awake, longing for the dayWhen I rise again without delay.Without the price looming over my head that just won’t go away,Reminding me what I’m not, every single day. I’m not strong enough yet, I’m not ready yet—I will break.But what if I just try? What then?I ask this body, who has seen unblemished…

  • Mom

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    Faith Hajek
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    Mom.  The name that tastes like vinegar and feels like a strange wind escaping my lips.  The name that should have held safety but was a giver of fear. For how can I expect you to hold, when you were never held.  A mother is as a mother was unless she learns to listen to…