The embodiment of the Red Wound

The Embodiment of the Red Wound

Wounds cut so deep

An open gash

An open heart

An open pain


Is this the coming together of self?

The truth that is birthing through the red tunnel of pain?

Maybe the delivery should be aborted?

It’s not going smoothly


It’s red alert the doctor says

Emergency, help

There is no cure for your wound

It can’t even be sewn up


Give it the breath of fresh air he says

Allow the blood to flow

There’s nothing more we can do for you now

It’s going to hurt, so hang on


Ride the waves, let the screams out

There is no point holding them down

The faster it flows, the higher the screams

The quicker the truth to come out


Let the river of blood flow

Let the stream of words out

Right now it’s evacuation time

Right now it’s evacuation time

Art: Zoe Langman

I painted this today, as part of an experiment of color series. I meditated on it, and then a poem came out. Yesterdays was The Blue Triangle of Hope, which was a beautiful feeling.

Today’s red was deeply disturbing to me.  As I meditated on the Artwork, it became an open wound, and I physically felt like I was in so much pain I wanted to throw it up. It did come up finally with a lot of tears, grief, and emotion.

It was incredible the amount of energy I felt from the color, and then what it turned into. Tomorrow I might do yellow. I feel that maybe more joyful.

#I write the poems within 5 minutes, in one flow. They are also not edited, they are raw. This is also part of a longer-term experiment for me, where I showcase creations that have not been perfected to death. They are what they are and I am trying not to attach the labels good and bad to them.

I’m Zoe Langman, a 45-year-old welsh Nomad. On December 19th, 2017, I packed up my flat, put all my essentials into a suitcase, and started my Nomadic Journey. I don't think it's ever too late to reinvent or redesign your life.