Tag: survivor
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Dear Sister
Is there anything you wish to say to me?Let’s be frank, speak openly. I see pain on your face, you’re clearly angry. Holding on to this must be torture. Is there anything I can do for you?I know this hurts, it’s my truth too. I can’t change the past, no hope of rescue. Feeling helpless…
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Rebirth
Link hands and dance with little me, Blissfully happy, allowed just to be. Welcoming this inner part gratefully, Embracing, laughing as tears flow free. Too timid to leave a childhood prison, Feeling alone, for her time was frozen. With her Sisters arrival, heartwarming reunion, United they see that the door stands open. Grandmothers join in,…
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Alone
I need to be alone with my pain. Hold it all in, never speak of my shame. Shut others out – my default behaviour. Alarmed aloneness is all too familiar. I need to be alone with my thoughts. Too risky to share, riddled with doubts. Learning to trust, starts with myself. How can I ever…
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Purposeful
Painful to see how compulsively I’ve driven myself, mercilessly. Sadness in knowing, allow gradual titration, from depths of despair, a positive disintegration. Squeezing myself through the eye of a needle. Stretched far too thin, a torture unimaginable. Like wearing a mask while perpetually juggling. Too many balls in the air, always compartmentalizing. Trying to maintain…
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Om So Hum
Meditate in the early morning, Greet the day as the sun is dawning. Welcome all possibilities appearing As light in the darkness, simply being. Meditation, practiced daily, Builds connection compassionately. Expansiveness, holding space lovingly, Fully trusting, surrender completely. Meditating late in the evening, Put down the day before retiring. Let go of thoughts, no controlling.…
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Change
Hard to admit when I show up unhelpfully, Kicking myself at missed opportunity. Speaking impulsively, creates separation. Try keeping quiet, not offering suggestion. A door was opened, a well-meaning invitation, But my ego reared up with a barrage of accusation. Wish I’d paused for thought, some time for reflection. Chewed back my words given chance…
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Begin
A record of progress, Deep work being done. Not a measure of success, No prize to be won. Only the glory of knowing It’s all written down. Words to come back to, A reference of my own. A journal of sorts, A memoir in the making. For future generations, Prevent history repeating. 🌻
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At the window
Stood at the window, Forehead pressed against glass. Watching and waiting, Unaware of time past. Stood still at the window, Eyes staring, misted glass. Hot breath obscures visibility as headlights drive passed. Statuesque at the window, Nose cold against glass. Slow shallow inhale, Heart beat painfully fast. Stiffen, silent at the window, Listening for tyres…
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Learning to Feel: An Intro
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? I wanted discomfort, opportunities for growth. You challenged me like no other until I broke. I’m still so fragile, a vulnerable fledgling. Never tested my wings, please don’t push me out the nest yet… I have so many doubts. To trust is too risky. No one feels…
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Snippets:#1
I’ve been so busy no time to write. So here’s some snippets of thought that arise. My body feels broken, nerves jangled and frayed. Existentially in crisis, emotionally disarrayed. No rest for the wicked, merciless forward drive. Impulsively overcommitting, self-sabotage to survive. After times of expansion, contraction arises. To rest feels unfamiliar, but nourishment is…
To The Core 