-De eso no se habla.
(“That is something we don’t talk about”) -Mexican saying
The healer listens attentively:
Unforeseeable sights-
Tears collecting over my mother’s infallible faith while my father inflicted domestic violence
More examples not falling too far behind.
Pain-staking emotional disturbances perpetrated like cramp’s ever present recurrences.
That is something we don’t talk about.
Later, understanding post-partum depression like the clothes hanging on the clothesline.
Abortion gliding past barely audible.
Unprepared for the patrimony of parenthood.
Ssshhhhh, That is something we don’t talk about.
The agony of a roller coaster leading to an attempted murder
like the aching after a run
burdened under such silence.
That is something we don’t talk about.
This distancing started way back when.
Family, a façade
Far from the perceived appearance
of what people may say.
That is something we don’t talk about.
The burdening of such perceived panopticon.
Adverse childhood experiences and its ripples.
Pestilence the unequivocal praises heard from passersby.
That is something we don’t talk about.
Divorce never on the table, to keep appearances!
That is something we don’t talk about.
Open relationships unheard of while an affair unfolds.
That is something we don’t talk about.
Far too long, client to mixologists
Numbing the pain with bottles, cans like a merry-go-round
That is something we don’t talk about.
Failed attempts to suppress the inevitable tipping point
like a pot of tamales ready to be drained.
The savoring whiff of its contents varying in filling
Like the perceptions of one’s younger siblings
That is something we don’t talk about.
Brittle, no more.
The healer tugs and pulls
Those troubled anchors disappear.
Now rein free!
Flowing and carving as canyons forever represent
the magnitude and power of life.
Full speed ahead.
Bound to the wind, Spirit, and Pachamama.
That is something we don’t talk about.
The distance away from the hovering offered the unwrapping to be.
No tangents.
Now, I talk about it openly.
-De eso no se habla.
(“That is something we don’t talk about”) -Mexican saying
The healer listens attentively:
Unforeseeable sights-
Tears collecting over my mother’s infallible faith while my father inflicted domestic violence
More examples not falling too far behind.
Pain-staking emotional disturbances perpetrated like cramp’s ever present recurrences.
That is something we don’t talk about.
Later, understanding post-partum depression like the clothes hanging on the clothesline.
Abortion gliding past barely audible.
Unprepared for the patrimony of parenthood.
Ssshhhhh, That is something we don’t talk about.
The agony of a roller coaster leading to an attempted murder
like the aching after a run
burdened under such silence.
That is something we don’t talk about.
This distancing started way back when.
Family, a façade
Far from the perceived appearance
of what people may say.
That is something we don’t talk about.
The burdening of such perceived panopticon.
Adverse childhood experiences and its ripples.
Pestilence the unequivocal praises heard from passersby.
That is something we don’t talk about.
Divorce never on the table, to keep appearances!
That is something we don’t talk about.
Open relationships unheard of while an affair unfolds.
That is something we don’t talk about.
Far too long, client to mixologists
Numbing the pain with bottles, cans like a merry-go-round
That is something we don’t talk about.
Failed attempts to suppress the inevitable tipping point
like a pot of tamales ready to be drained.
The savoring whiff of its contents varying in filling
Like the perceptions of one’s younger siblings
That is something we don’t talk about.
Brittle, no more.
The healer tugs and pulls
Those troubled anchors disappear.
Now rein free!
Flowing and carving as canyons forever represent
the magnitude and power of life.
Full speed ahead.
Bound to the wind, Spirit, and Pachamama.
That is something we don’t talk about.
The distance away from the hovering offered the unwrapping to be.
No tangents.
Now, I talk about it openly.
