Late night at the
Leaning Towers of Pip Wilson dot com.
No cigar.
No Cointreau.
Yes Peppermint tea
Yes Late night trashy movie on TV.
Zig sleeping on the rug before the fire.
Joan zzz.
Me reflecting.
I find writing books boring.
I need to reflect.
Have loads of books inside me.
Loads already jumbled around my mac.
My soul writes new every day.
I have interactions to share
but not appropriate
I have Pipturesque to show you
but appropriate.
I cannot post pix about some beautiful humans who I work with.
BUT
I will describe one young human.
It is three folded into one
to hide who it may be
unrecognisable.
Young woman
Ex child care
unhealthy
reluctant illegal drug user
Pregnant
In love with a boy
who only visits for sex
and beats her afterwards.
She know she is vulnerable.
She knows she is weak
but needs love from somewhere
Speaks openly
Always wants to talk.
Feels deeply
inarticulate with them
Emotionally illiterate
Trapped
Cutting.
Weeps openly.
If the bubble could burst.
The one around her.
I play a part
Others too
Authorities
are ever changing professional faces.
Then I am casually approached by her
out gushes all about
her closest family members.
All complex dysfunctional humans.
She has lived a life of disfunction.
No boundaries
Love unavailable
Failure in love
through inadequacy.
We cannot even imagine the depth.
I ponder and strive to find ways.
Ways to comfort
Ways to love
Ways to help build awareness
Ways to build life skills
Ways support independence
Ways to love
Ways to open doors into an experience of self esteem.
Ways to find a love that will not let me go.
