Endless rows in speculation
Of an observance premature.
Among the eyes aglow with stupor,
My own, glistened in apprehension.
"It is too soon!" I cry to no one.
"Too soon for a lad inured."
Yet, hands continue in their lauding,
Heralding the brewing detachment.
Despite my passive protests,
The proceeding is fructified.
Alas, I cannot reverse nor deter
A motion as ancient, as primal as this.
And so He moves,
Beyond my grasp and sight
Moving far too quickly for I
And my weightless words.
Released to wander,
A stroll he feigns to grasp.
Graduated to a dire traipse
A trail unto a crooked end.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Contrast
In the last month I have added three clients to my caseload, including twin four-year-olds, blonde-headed with bright blue eyes. The twins live in a foster home after SRS took them from their home due to neglect and unfit conditions. They have been in several placements before arriving at this foster home where I began seeing them.
What fascinates me about them, as young as they are, is that both of them have reacted to their early-life trauma is opposite ways. One exhibits mostly external behaviors: ADHD, aggressiveness and difficulty getting along with his peers at preschool. His brother seems to have internalized everything they experienced as he is quiet, more reserved and has been observed talking to no one, as well as engaging in fantasy play which has manifested itself in him 'planning' Spongebob parties (I was even invited!).
These twins, contrasting in the outcome of their trauma, are as cute of kids as you could imagine. It is a privilege to work with them and I pray for their progress and growth as they develop.
What fascinates me about them, as young as they are, is that both of them have reacted to their early-life trauma is opposite ways. One exhibits mostly external behaviors: ADHD, aggressiveness and difficulty getting along with his peers at preschool. His brother seems to have internalized everything they experienced as he is quiet, more reserved and has been observed talking to no one, as well as engaging in fantasy play which has manifested itself in him 'planning' Spongebob parties (I was even invited!).
These twins, contrasting in the outcome of their trauma, are as cute of kids as you could imagine. It is a privilege to work with them and I pray for their progress and growth as they develop.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Laugh Not, Hyenas Three
On sandy shores,
Six eyes find me
On my knees, forgetting.
A present mind, arise to flee
From snarling lips
their hatred curls.
And by my hands
two jaws are snapped.
Still run from one
an alpha mutt.
Strong, yes strong
Unbending and unending.
Tree and sand give
to a tiled hall, endless.
My hands cannot break him
my traps cannot ensnare him
Four gaunt legs
Stained under scabby sores
Carry two glassy eyes,
ever-seeing, ever-seething
Funneled down a corridor
unto his harrowed den.
Betwixt his fangs,
and the eyes ahead
Arrested by this mongrel,
or choose assimilation.
Six eyes find me
On my knees, forgetting.
A present mind, arise to flee
From snarling lips
their hatred curls.
And by my hands
two jaws are snapped.
Still run from one
an alpha mutt.
Strong, yes strong
Unbending and unending.
Tree and sand give
to a tiled hall, endless.
My hands cannot break him
my traps cannot ensnare him
Four gaunt legs
Stained under scabby sores
Carry two glassy eyes,
ever-seeing, ever-seething
Funneled down a corridor
unto his harrowed den.
Betwixt his fangs,
and the eyes ahead
Arrested by this mongrel,
or choose assimilation.
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