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Tag: secondlife

  • The Threshold – Daring to go over the line

    The Threshold

    She crosses the threshold and goes beyond.

    her vision changed.

    She saw reality,

    things as they were,

    she saw how she’d been stifled,

    let things occur,

    not considering self,

    told she was on the shelf.

    Conforming to their needs,

    ignoring her own pleas.

    She sees it now, so clearly,

    her eyes no longer bleary.

    Is it too late?

    That’s what they want her to believe,

    their truth, the limits, the box, that previously,

    she had contorted herself to fit.

    Now, standing tall, shaking her silver head,

    “What was I thinking?” She said.

    And in the blink of an eye, she disappeared…

    Some say they’ve seen her on the riviera,

    others in films or on social media.

    She’s now an urban legend,

    living her life.

    I thought I saw her the other day, talking on the phone,

    I recognised that silver head and tone,

    but before I knew it, she was gone…

    Living her best life and singing her song.

    This poem forms part of my ongoing creative research project I am Maria!, exploring memory, voice, and becoming through poetic practice. More of my expressive works are available to view here.

  • Second Life – Swimming against the current

    @just.iammaria

    She/her

    There are moments in our lives when the past resurfaces with an unexpected force, not to break us, but to remind us of the weight that we have been carrying for far too long. Second Life is a reflection on those echoes: the hidden blame, the quiet shame, and the relentless replaying of stories we once believed defined us.

    This poem is an honest transparent look at what it means to swim against the current and to find the courage to step into a new sense of self, a second life, shaped by healing rather than hurt and self blame.

    Second Life

    I told myself many times,

    It didn’t matter,

    all the chatter,

    what was said,

    and what I imagined in my head.

    I tried to put it all to bed and yet,

    everything re-emerged,

    and I tried again,

    but there it was, out. . .

    There was never any doubt,

    I always blamed myself,

    and the blame,

    became a weight,

    I couldn’t move,

    I couldn’t speak,

    I was weak,

    over time,

    replayed the scenes,

    in my mind.

    The trap was lain,

    I was sentenced, over years,

    I took the blame and hid the shame,

    what wasn’t my fault, there in the vault,

    feelings resurface at times,

    and all I can do is cope,

    live in hope,

    that I can turn and let that past burn. . .

    I’m swimming against the current

    Here comes my second life . . .