Tag: love
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Talk to me
Sometimes it feelsAs if you’re speakingJust to me. As if The universeIs tryingTo tell meSomething If only I can beBrave enoughTo stopAnd listen 🌻
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Out of my Head
Working my way back into the body … Time decluttering, Outward and in. Patience, slow down, As I learn and evolve. With Intention to heal Lifetimes of trauma, And Purpose to awaken For offspring to come. Curiosity to uncover the truth of my past. Courage to face my fears of the future. Compassion and Care,…
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Why?
What’s your motivation? Are you even aware? Self abandonment, Seeking recognition, Leads to despair. 🌻
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Two parts
** Trigger warning ** This poem is about trans generational (physical, emotional and sexual) trauma and abuse Two exiled parts buried, Thrust down so deep. I knew all along. That’s why no sleep. Peace of mind eluded me. How could it not? When I had denied myself and forgot. Two protective parts of me, both…
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Love
To be seen, To be heard, A community of love. To feel whole, Just be me. No more searching for love. To arrive, Open arms. Showering me with love. Oh to be Together, United, forever in love.
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Trans-generational Trauma – a love story 💛
Disconnection – Mother, daughter. Stern and distant. Antiquated formality, Scarcity. Seen but not heard. Union – Husband, wife. Care and devotion. Everything to each other. To Love and to Cherish. Offspring – Mother, son. Heartache of stillborn; Burden of boy. Overwhelm, Lonely and unfulfilled. Infidelity – Black sheep, lover. Relief from searching. Tuberculosis, terminal. Why?…
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Nothing is Impossible
With every new day Comes hope for the future. For things long forgotten To be put to rest. For past pain and trauma To be released to the skies. For old expectations To be surrendered to the earth. I dream of a future Of harmony and peace. A home filled with love and light,Laughter and…
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Change? Growth? Perspective?
Had I written this post over 10 years ago, I probably would have said that my childhood was a happy one. I grew up in the country, surrounded by nature, and spent much of my time playing outside with my sisters. Had I written this post 5 years ago, I might have mentioned that mum…
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In the beginning …
I was born in the year of the ox; Sun sign Aquarius, moon sign Virgo with Gemini ascendant. I was a ‘good’ baby. Third child, although the baby before me didn’t get to breathe oxygen and walk this earth. They were destined for the heavens. 🧡 My sister, I’ll call her J, was a happy…
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Healing
I am healing myself. Truth 💛 I am pausing and feeling my emotions instead of avoiding them. Mad, bad, sad, glad. Surrender 💛 I am softening, becoming more open and more vulnerable. The walls are crumbling as I find safety in my own skin. Trust 💛 I am resting. I am listening. It is only…
To The Core 