Her words slip sweetly, serenely from her lips,
slicing me deeply as they glide by.
All becomes still as I let them sink in,
Pain searing; guilt and shame crowding as usual.
Shock pulses through my body yet I’m not surprised
by the familiar hurt.
Rage spurts forth, crimson in color.
It takes everything in me to sheath my tongue,
a steely weapon.
Words. Words carelessly (or not so carelessly)
slung inflict pain, tumble out easily.
Retracting them impossible.
Carefully, I lift out the dagger.
Gently, Truth binds my wound.
Healing flows as I let go.
June 30, 2018
I’ve been reading about (and practicing) Sabbath observance for the last little while. Apparently, it’s the hot topic right now in the church which I find funny because it’s been in God’s mind since creation. If ever we needed convincing of God’s love for humanity, think about Sabbath. It’s one full day of rest every week.
Anyway, my usual habit is to write all I am learning about Sabbath in a funny, relatable way and subtly preach to others. However, I have only been truly observing Sabbath for a little while. I don’t want to “preach” about something in order to make myself look more spiritual or holy than I really am, though it is tempting. So, I’ll spare you.
But I did write a poem about my kitty and rest. All I ever learned about rest, I learned from my cat. (Yes, I am a crazy cat lady.)
The Essence of Rest
Kitty, melted into my lap,
Purrs emanating from deep within.
Mews of love and contentment mingle with his throaty murmurs.
Sabbath rest is much like this.
Love and contentment sigh out of me as I sit with my Father.
Reflecting with gratitude, love pouring between us.
Kitty curled in my lap,
ever reminding me that this place of love and rest
is exactly where I need to be.
June 17, 2018
Is there sadness underneath all this ANGER and vice versa?
YES! yes. yes.
sadness and ANGER tussling, wrassling, vying for dominance.
ANGRYsadsadsad (dissolves into weeping.)
sadnessANGER! (escalates to YELLING!)
Believe it or not, they need each other; there is friendship between the two.
ANGER protects sadness.
sadness calms ANGER.
Both love at their core.
November 9, 2017
I glance in the mirror.
I like what I see.
I’m staring down fifty like a semi without any brakes.
I look this way and that, observing the years etched across my face.
Half Century looming…
Full life blooming.
I can’t look away.
The reflection knowingly smiles.
I grin back.
No rejection or disgust, a first.
Only acceptance and love; an honest appraisal.
A glance in the mirror.
I like who I see.
June 9, 2018
As I reflect on my year, I see many tendencies about myself I never saw before. It’s empowering and daunting all at the same time. One thing I never knew about myself is how I orbit others (classic codependent move, darling!) I wrote a poem last Fall about this tendency. I am finally feeling courageous enough to post it.
I’m now aware of your gravitational pull.
The power, the force, the electromagnetism blinded me for years.
Orbiting you, obliterating myself.
Me, hardly conscious.
We were happy!
Until I saw the truth.
I fought to free myself.
I disrupted the flow.
I asserted my power.
You pulled harder; I resisted.
I plummeted, seemingly out of control.
Painfully, I slipped out of orbit.
Free! I’m free!
Freedom is lightness, incredible lightness.
Written by Megan Burmester
September 6, 2017
Writing poetry became a surprising way for me to process the pain and wonder of recovery from codependency or as I like to say, the process of becoming myself. Lately, I haven’t felt very poetic at all. Recovery is hard work, plain and simple; most of the time, it’s one day at a freaking time. One step forward, two steps back. Keep coming back.
One wrong step; I’m falling, falling, flailing.
I land hard on the flinty surface, wind knocked out of me.
Bedrock beneath my broken body,
the lowest point…
Shaken, I survey my surroundings.
I sense a solidity, a sure foundation.
Bedrock upon which to build.
May 27, 2018
I’ve been off social media for quite awhile now. It’s soul care, plain and simple. The other thing that I’ve drifted from is photography. I can’t really explain why. Recently, I joined a photography seminar held on our campus. It sparked the love of photography again. I think what really struck me is the concept of communicating with integrity, dignity, and courage on social media, through photography.
Our first assignment is five self-portraits. Not just any self-portrait, a self-portrait that answers the question, Who am I? A self-portrait that can answer these questions: What do I like? What are my dreams? Who did God create me to be? What are the things that scare me? What is a challenge I am facing right now? What are my hobbies, passions, desires? These questions are so timely for me as I discover my brokenness, my codependency, my strength, my voice, my self.
Here are my five self-portraits:
I’m a writer
I’m a runner
I’m Megan, Megan Colleen, Megity Peg, Meg, Phlega, Megs, Meggers, Meggie, Nutmeg, Bagel, and Bun