I would like to dedicate this post to all the brave people who are sending in submissions to Trigger Points. Thank you for sharing your stories with us, we are so incredibly grateful to you.
Staring at the sun
When you are small
Your mother tells you
Not to look at the sun
Directly
For fear of blindness
Looking back in time
At these hazy memories
Is much the same
One cannot look directly,
One must slide their gaze
Just slightly to the side
Or just below
Much like a giant ball
Of fire in the sky
These memories have
Weight and depth and gravity
And can burn you
If you get too close
So you dance around them
Describe moments in their absence
Instead of presence
Seeking understanding
And some form of acceptance
If only in abstraction
It’s a fine line
This tight-rope walk
Of delving in
But not too far
Digging down
But not too deep
Staring at the sun
With our shades on
–Joyelle Brandt
