I found comfort
in no longer needing
to appear graceful
on the surface.
There was strength in
refusing to compromise
the connection
within my heart
for any reason —
even just a little.
It didn’t matter
how this life appeared
because there was
a deeper, truer
kind of grace
only those who had
dared to look beneath
the surface
could recognize.
I found it was
possible to become
healer of my own
heart,
as shattered as it
seemed
at times.
I found it was
possible to be led
by my own higher self
to people and things
and insights
and new thoughts
my heart could
understand.
There was a tenderness
that became a type of
gentle inner strength
because I took this
journey.
There were times
when the most loving
thing I could do
for myself
and others around me
was to hold
the space within
my heart —
acting only out of
this space —
trusting that
this love
would be
enough.
I learned to
listen to
and follow
what resonated with
my own inner
healer.
I was led to
treasures and clues
that my heart
understood.
I learned to gently
hold a space
for this natural
unfolding in myself
and others
and to trust each of
our higher selves
to arrange the pieces.
There was relief
in not needing
to fit
all of the pieces
of my heart
together
all at once.
I found comfort
in allowing life
to unfold
from within
and freedom
in experiencing myself
and others
in this natural state
of peace.
I learned to create
from the inside.
The need to have
questions answered
at once,
a perfect outer
reflection,
and other people’s
understanding
or approval
began to fall
away —
making way for
a deepening peace
to be reflected
outward
from my heart.
There was
comfort in knowing
I was deeply connected
with my heart.
Things that once
caused me to
feel lost
now reinforced
the feeling of
inner connectedness.
Life around me
began to reflect
a deeper kind
of peace.
But it was
the feeling of being
forever connected
within
that gently carried me
as I continued on.
