I’m fine alone
She says, wanting to convince herself.
She’s right.
She has survived.
Clawed, climbed, clambered out of depths of anguish
Cobbling, crafting, reconstructing a life.
Finding firm ground underneath
Broken open enough for wisdom to take root
For a sturdy backbone to get built.
Yet it’s sweeter, gentler, kinder
In someone else’s presence.
The good fortune in encountering
Sisters, healers, angels
To Witness
Listen
Respond.
Still the deep risk.
Words not landing in just the right place
Appearing foolish
Desperate
A mess.
Fear of being shamed, or worse, betrayal.
Haunted by past hurts
Defeat
Loss.
It’s easier to remain unseen
She’s accustomed.
Yet she yearns for her innards to be known
For her gnarled, scarred, pulsing, and alive heart to be held
Tenderly and with great care.
Beautifully written!
Beautifully written!
Your words resonated so deeply with me. Thank you for sharing this gift.
Your words resonated so deeply with me. Thank you for sharing this gift.
so beautiful, it really speaks to me
so beautiful, it really speaks to me
this is about me right? 🙂
this is about me right? 🙂
BTW: I loooooove it!!!!
BTW: I loooooove it!!!!
OMG. I think you were living in my head (and my heart). You have no idea how much I needed to read these beautiful words. Love it. xoxoxo
OMG. I think you were living in my head (and my heart). You have no idea how much I needed to read these beautiful words. Love it. xoxoxo