When our hearts lost hope We turned our eyes upward Toward the source that knows And for a moment, all was still.
Giving can be the shield beneath which we protect our souls From rejection, criticism, inadequacy, old traumas untold But I wonder, dear soul, what it would be like To truly see how great a treasure is your giving light Offering only to those who can reciprocate Preserving your caring energies for hearts that appreciate.
Remarkably, still we rise. After a tearful, restless night with no foreseeable end We rise up with the sun and press on, press on. No physical strength left to hold up our tired heads Yet with borrowed grit we stand again and again. Never dreaming we would be traversing this path alone We cry whileContinue reading “And Still We Rise”
Today I watched my almost 20-year-old kitchen table leave my home It was old, stained, chipping, covered underneath with layers of Disney stickers Evidence of its long and beloved history, weaved into fibers of oak. Now it has left to continue its life with one branch of a broken family To build more history, createContinue reading “An Unassembled Table and 42,538 Pieces of Hardware”
To the ones who rise up from gravity with heaviness in their chest Souls fraying at the edges while consistently giving their best, To the ones who care for others with shoulders stooped in pain Hiding worlds of grief, pushing aside the rising shame, To the ones who know within themselves they are sound andContinue reading “A Balm for the Lonely of Heart”
The snow is softly falling tonight In this moment of quiet reverie A welcomed dissonance in the chaos Reminding us that even in times of uncertainty There are hidden pockets of relief Sights that still take our breath away Small bursts of hope in the hopelessness When for a brief interlude, our worries cease.
I followed my pain to its source And it led me back to myself, Unknowingly harming my self-worth With critical, demeaning, bullying words Tones of disappointment, tinged with guilt Becoming my own abuser Through a subconscious inner dialogue. We cannot begin to heal our wounds Until we first learn self-compassion Speaking to ourselves as weContinue reading “Self-Compassion”
And the sun rises, still Even after discouraging days Our hearts find ways to mend In unexpected ways, Feet continue walking Despite our weakened knees And shoulders once hunched Rise up with growing ease. Eyes once sad and downcast Look upward in meek faith Hands that used to tremble in fear Long for meaningful waysContinue reading “And the Sun Rises, Still”
Once in a great while, as we unassumingly pave our way through life, We come across those rare, kindred souls Who become for us mile markers on an otherwise uncharted road. Opening up access to our most tender feelings, these gentle ones Heal us from the inside out simply by accepting us exactly as weContinue reading “Rare Souls”
Cautiously tiptoeing out of survival mode, She saw for the first time since the world fell apart That her soul was aching, So cloaked in fear and haunted by imminent threat She had failed to notice the damage inflicted On the inside. There had been no time for processing, No other option than to keepContinue reading “Turning Inward”