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I wrote this poem within my sacred healing container. I feel that it could be beneficial to someone… there is a light on the other side. I promise. If I can get there, so can you.
I am healing.
I’m on the ground. I’m crying. I’m broken. I’m lost. Darkness. Dangerous and frightening. I’m unsure of what comes next. Uncertain and unknown.
I’m crawling around looking for a lightswitch, a signal, anything.
I’m howling in desperate need.
I’m crying. I’m broken. I’m lost.
What is happening?
I’m crying. I’m broken. I’m lost. I’m still on the floor.
Can I get up? Will I get up? Is this the end?
Blackness. Total blackness. Lost in inner space. How to navigate this?
Not by seeing the light, but by becoming the light.
I sit up. I lift my head off the ground. I hear something. What is it?
I hold onto that sound. I follow it. I am drawn to it.
Life is that sound. That sacred sound. A humming. A buzzing.
Life stirring beneath me.
A feeling. I feel the beginnings of life stirring within and all around.
For the first time in what feels like forever, I am up.
I am standing. I am off the ground. I pick up my shattered pieces and I am standing. I am off the ground. I am holding my broken pieces together. I am up.
I am fragile. I am hesitant. Can I trust this?
Here I am. A baby deer, timidly and awkwardly balancing on legs. Is this my body?
I’m shaking. I’m unsure. How does this work?
I am in my body. It does not feel like it did before. Who am I?
I feel the buzzing. I feel the stirrings of life. I trust in not knowing. I lean in.
I take my first step. Who am I?
A light comes from within. Like a light shining through a crack. A singular beam of light. From where I stand, it shines out.
In my broken parts, the light is brilliant. It is shining, glimmering, golden.
Can I let go of all of these broken pieces? Who am I really?
If I let go, will I fall apart again? Will I be back on the ground? Shattered? Lost? Confused?
So much questioning. Analyzing. Contemplating. Hesitating. Holding back.
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop.
But somehow still standing.
Lighter, freeer. No broken pieces.
Healing. Whole. Vibrant, golden light.
The grass. Buzzing bees. Hummingbirds. Nectar. Sweet, sweet nectar.
I smell. I taste. I feel. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m me.
I smile. I breathe. I believe in trust.
Life has been all around. It has been here all along.
Comment below if you’ve been there ♥️ It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay….