Tag: trauma
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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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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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I’ve got this!
I’m proud of you! So kindly meant. Sweet simple words, truly a compliment. But my mind’s on alert, to me it’s confusing – as foreign language it’s without meaning. Why would you say that? It wasn’t invited. What’s your intent? Vigilantly guarded. Still on my mind many hours later. Pin pricks of doubt what were…
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Imperfect
If all you see is the best of me then how can I show up imperfectly? 🌻
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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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Naked and Afraid
In the expanse of this moment truth comes all too near a palpable fear exposure too dear a single stray tear. Defensive unconsciousness seduced by familiarity saturated normality no scars for clarity questioning reality. Frozen in silence stark questions asked hear answers at last seeping from the past a suffocating mask. On this upending journey…
To The Core 