Shapeshifter (A Confessional)

December 13, 2018December 14, 2018 ~ Sheya Fay ~ 2 Comments

It puts you out of touch with everything. And it's not as if you don't comprehend what is happening, either. That would be a blessing. But no, it's more as if there is no buffer to soften in-coming shattered glass and shrapnel, all forming a pile front-and-center in your head. You see it. It's too … Continue reading Shapeshifter (A Confessional)

On Confronting Beauty’s Shadow: Another Acrostic Challenge

November 10, 2014November 26, 2018 ~ Sheya Fay ~ Leave a comment

This is my second acrostic, in poem form, first letter of each line to spell the word. The word was given to me, and I found it stirring up deeper, more conflicted material with straggling pieces still in need of healing. I wrote this about the experience of being injured by an emotional abuser who used … Continue reading On Confronting Beauty’s Shadow: Another Acrostic Challenge