Sometimes, pain builds slowly, unnoticed, until suddenly it becomes unbearable.
This poem explores the slow accumulation of emotional numbness, the breaking point when everything crashes in and the struggles to find something, anything, to hold onto.
It is a reflection on resilience, the moment when survival instincts take over and the quiet strength found in holding on, even when the storm rages.
Pierced
One needle pin,
piercing my skin—
I feel nothing.
Two needle pins,
piercing my skin—
I feel nothing.
Three. Four. Ten.
Needle pins, piercing my heart—
I feel everything.
A flood. A storm.
The world spins.
One. Two. Breaking through fog,
Three. Four. Holding on to a log.
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About the Author: Corine Maxwell
Hi, I'm Corine Maxwell, owner of ThrivingRobin®
My journey into Life Coaching and Counselling skills has been shaped by both my personal and professional experiences.
Now in my fifties, I have gained a better understanding of myself and others’ challenges through various roles, including working with children with additional needs and trauma.
My background as a massage therapist and complementary therapist allows me to offer holistic support to clients and their families.
As the mother of two young men, I am aware of the troubling statistics surrounding men's mental health and issues, and I am committed to making a difference.
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