I am grieving the loss of my younger brother.
But I am allowing the unconscious images to emerge. They are chaotic, but the inner life of neglected children is chaotic. I am trying to prevent the grief from becoming depression, a risk that all neglected children face.
The images do sooth me and I am OK— finally- with chaotic images. If it coalesces into a poem I will be grateful. Ditto if these images become seeds of other poems. If they remain just chaotic images, then they will be useful in therapy and journal writing. And if they have no meaning at all, I am still OK with all of them. That is new.
This is a byproduct of “focusing” the Eugene Gendlin technique taught in a book by that name, and on websites dedicated to the technique.
I think the emergence of the images will be healing. I am counting on the healing power of writing. We’ll see.
I will write as I am able.