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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Russell Wardlow

Avoided Scars

June 16, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I ask you
can education be traumatizing?
can the very act of learning,
absorbing
engulfing
inquiring
acquiring
be
traumatizing?

I ask you
can you forget about a scar
deep wound
calloused scar tissue
hardened
beneath surface
submerged

can you forget of a wound endured years ago because it is out of sight
blind
invisible
disappeared
covered
hidden

can the learning or remembering of a scar-
recollection
recall
revisiting-

cause you pain once you are again aware
awakened
alerted
conscious

and what of the adrenaline that sends cortisol levels spiking through the roof
hindering your receptors for pain
numb
ice
without feeling
automaton

and when the dust settles
and your adrenaline wears out
you realize that you have a gaping wound
and your brain reacts, telling you to hurt
well this is the traumatized mind
when life is on autopilot, coping throughout constant fight or flight
it never gets out of its limbic system
so the prefrontal cortex never gets its time in the light to blossom its emotional capacity
and when one finally can get to a quasi-state of peace or rest
deciding to use the time to study, learn, educate one’s self
yet all they see is traumatic images and tales, that is their history
things they never understood but have now currently associated with their life,
making sense of what was once senseless and void
the shock that it causes
the messages that it sends that says
this isn’t right
this hurts
I feel bad
this is painful!

and there is a decision to be made from that point on
either
keep learning until it hurts no more and you find a cure
or
stop the hurt because you’ve made a life of blocking out all the excessive pain that overwhelms you already as it is

you’ve developed a system of denial by ignorance
and life feels better this way
you can’t change what is
but you can change how you feel and how it affects you

though the life implications are obvious
perpetual numbness
and
your situation being forever unchanged
or
perpetual new pain with each new revelation
and
so on and forth

when you can not know where you are going
unless you know where you have been-
history
yet looking back on where you have been is too painful-
trauma
so you avoid your tracks
then you become
and remain
one of a few things-
you choose-
lost
invisible
covered
hidden
calloused scar tissue beneath the surface
submerged
cold
frozen
numb
a scar forgotten

because it’s just better to not remember
life is easier that way
besides, somehow, remembering your wounds
is more uncomfortable for the ones that caused it
or
those closest to you who just don’t have the time of day,
to care
sympathy
empathy
compassion

so keep it inside
and mask your outside
let your guise, become a constant disguise
because bandaids don’t fit your cause
and gauze
can’t cover, all your scars

Filed Under: Trauma

Look This Way

June 15, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

if I
contemplated
what I am
than expressed
how I am
could you see past
where I am
and believe in
who I am
well…
when will that be?
because I’ve been waiting
for you to grow the ability
to accept me
for me
but if you can’t get away from
your mirror
how will you ever
be comfortable
looking into mine?

Filed Under: Spirit

Ran Them Off

June 15, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I like meeting new people
they don’t last though
bless your hearts, it’s me
pleased to make your acquaintance
but close the door after you run
I tend to covet my space
trapping the air in
so it too,
doesn’t run out on me

Filed Under: Trauma

Genies

June 14, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I wish
and I know genies
privilege has always
sparkled like a magic lamp
I’ve been Aladdin
a lowly street rat
impersonating to allure a Queen
and affluent customs
I don’t know what I wish for most
life
or love
if only you could have them both
what a privilege that would be
and I know genies,
plenty
I also wish,
frequently
but either they can’t hear
or help me
seems their magic
is all rubbed out
or just some wishes
can’t be granted

Filed Under: Love

One of One

June 13, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

fire of my fire
passion of my passion
purpose of my purpose
could you see me in my turmoil
and still be loyal
so we can both,
rise as royals
like hydrated roots beneath the soil
even if we mix like water and oils
and be called, to our calling
as Roses because we
rose rise and have arisen
from a state of suspension?
so what will it take
for me to get you to listen
to my version of pulp fiction
and see in me,
esoterically
what has been hidden
because I too,
want what you’ve been missing
and I am…
nah, never mind, forget it

Filed Under: Love, Spirit

Little Lies

June 12, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I lied
surprise, surprise
but truth unveiled to the eyes
would have been my demise
oh! how discomfort is despised
hath now comfort, disguised
or a trick of thy’s own mind
fore I rather be blind
then see the truth, in a lie
oh! how I rather die!
than to no longer live,
my little lies

Filed Under: Spirit, Trauma

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Prose of a Con

Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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