Skip to Content
  • Instagram
  • Twitter

Type A Soul

  • Home
  • Blog
  • Poetry
  • Visuals
  • About
  • Hire/Publishing Credits

Tag: codependence

Home / codependence
Writing

Exploring Depth

by Christina Dupdated on June 5, 2020January 27, 2020Leave a Comment on Exploring Depth

Growing up I often heard things like, “you are too emotional”, “people that think that way are fools”, “you have no sense of humor”, and “just be happy and things will turn around.” I heard it so often that sometimes I say these graceless things to myself, and that’s where the real work remains. Sound …

Uncategorized, Writing

Releasing Duality

by Christina Dupdated on January 27, 2020July 24, 2019Leave a Comment on Releasing Duality

I am unexpected. I am an out of wedlock pregnancy that solidified a union. I am a gentle kick inside my mother’s womb on her wedding day. I am the stiff upper lip as the word divorce falls upon me, wide eyed and stoic. I am a child silently hovering in the garage watching my …

Writing

Gestation

by Christina Dupdated on January 27, 2020May 28, 2019Leave a Comment on Gestation

Imagine the muffled sounds Of a seed weeping Begging the rain to stop At 10cm no mother Wishes death upon her baby But the sound of her tears Are the same It is the bursting in the rainstorm That brings forth new life The seed knows not what is coming And waters herself. Not believing …

Writing

Siblings in A minor

by Christina Dupdated on January 27, 2020March 22, 2019Leave a Comment on Siblings in A minor

Like seasons we drift closerthen split.A cold front blows through middayand I didn’t pack a coat.Turning to face the sun,I realize blood is not thicker than water.for your presence leaves me shivering,amphibian and cold. Of all the rooms we sharedthe womb was my favorite.Our starting line was the same,but where we finish will be miles …

Writing

Weeping on a Clear Day

by Christina Dupdated on January 27, 2020February 7, 2019Leave a Comment on Weeping on a Clear Day

Grief is not limited to the months After funerals. The psychic corpses that litter my mind outweigh the physical corpses I have held in my hands. These corpses can include — Letting go of the sister I always wanted First years of life stolen by depression No soft hands on my back as a child …

Writing

My Spirit Does the Heavy Lifting

by Christina Dupdated on January 27, 2020January 17, 2019Leave a Comment on My Spirit Does the Heavy Lifting

There are but 2 people with whom I trust my darkness. When I am in that fitful state I have come to know As I thumb through that list Looking for someone to call My name does not appear. The I that is entangled In he said/she said, Judgment, Loneliness, 1 am thoughts racing in …

Writing

A Warrior Child

by Christina Dupdated on January 27, 2020January 5, 2019Leave a Comment on A Warrior Child

I keep thinking she’s dead The little girl who manages Directs and protects the spiritual direlects She keeps popping up On long drives With the right song After the holidays When the dishes are clean And the family has left She shows up again and again I wrestle her in fits Insisting I don’t need …

Uncategorized

A Littered Mind

by Christina Dupdated on January 27, 2020January 3, 2019Leave a Comment on A Littered Mind

I sit stroking a handmade bookmark From an old friend Dangling over a page of a poetry From my husband Wrapped up in a blanket From his father And for the life of me I cannot stop circling this ill fitting loneliness Ancient, itchy, incessant Littering this perfect moment With crumpled bits of hurt From …

Writing

Despondence

by Christina Dupdated on January 27, 2020September 9, 2018Leave a Comment on Despondence

Despondence My failures: Perceived losses. My perception is skewed. Is it? Does Mother Earth cry As her forests burn to ash? Does she weep at the sight of her people drowning in her floods? I don’t know. I don’t know.

Writing

Letting Go

by Christina Dupdated on January 27, 2020August 16, 2018Leave a Comment on Letting Go

The fragrance of this room is familiar It is the rotting embers of truth and light, trampled on for months filling my nose and brain. I’ve found myself here again, hints of my consensual participation buzzing in my ears. Its tail bats away a fly Hooves march about The stench becomes unbearable. The last glowing …

Pages

  • About
  • Blog
  • Hire/Publishing Credits
  • Poetry
  • Visuals
  • Welcome!

Archives

  • June 2020
  • April 2020
  • January 2020
  • July 2019
  • May 2019
  • April 2019
  • March 2019
  • February 2019
  • January 2019
  • November 2018
  • September 2018
  • August 2018

“I write to record what others erase when I speak, to rewrite the stories others have miswritten about me, about you.“

-Gloria E. AnzaldĂșa

 

2022 Copyright Type A Soul. Blossom Feminine | Developed By Blossom Themes. Powered by WordPress.