At a certain point,
I became willing
to stand my ground
as healer
of my own heart —
not as fractured
pieces,
but as the most whole
part of me —
the only one
who could hold
space for healing
for the rest.
Tag: poetry
A Risky Move
I held a me
that didn’t need
to try to be
a certain way.
And though it felt
like a risky move,
I held on
just a little longer
and trusted
just a little more
deeply.
And I saw that I was
that me.
I was that
Love.
By a Whisper
I found
love expanded
and flowed
and gathered
all that had
felt separate
and dishonored
in me,
without ever
imposing.
It taught me how
to shine my way
through any amount
of darkness.
I understood
the sacredness of
honoring the delicate
unfolding of life
as it moved
and naturally became
more of itself.
I learned to grieve
as I let go
without becoming
stuck in my own
grieving.
I learned to move with
all things —
back to my own source.
I wasn’t interested
in winning
or attaining
imitations of love.
I wasn’t stopped
by cluttered thoughts,
but urged on
by a whisper.
Pure Thought
As I continued
to reflect on
my own journey,
I began to remember
what original thought
felt like
before being
interpreted
or manipulated.
And this
pure thought
became a kind of
medicine —
reaching a part of me
that had longed
to hear her own
true voice.
However Long
I found that
Love,
in its purest form,
doesn’t depend
on some end
goal.
It honors all
of life —
all that unfolds
out of itself —
for however long it
stays.
Sacred Journey
Healing my own heart
was a delicate process
of looking within
and gently holding
all of the parts
of my whole self
with the purest
love —
with the help of
my own inner healer
and each tiny piece
that courageously
showed up
to offer its own
unique set of
skills gathered
though an often painful,
incredibly sacred
human soul journey.
Unbroken
At a certain point,
I began to seek
truth
for the sake of truth.
The decision was made
to set down
everything.
There were no words
for the gratitude
I carried on
for the little
frightened parts
of me
that sensed
and remembered
being unbroken.
The Surrender
I learned
the sweetness
in not having
answers.
I learned to
show up
with my fear
and let go
of everything
I thought I knew
in each moment —
trusting I would be
met.
Words came.
Important pieces
showed up.
But it was
the surrender
to my own unique
journey,
my own higher Self,
that I found
most sweet.
Waiting for Words
I learned to listen
with my heart —
navigating my way
gently through
all that had been
too much.
I found I could
back up a little
when part of me
needed picking up.
I found relief
in letting go
of everything,
refocusing
in my heart
and waiting for
words to form
as a prayer —
reaching deep down
to where I couldn’t
reach before —
always just enough.
Moment of Truth
At a certain point,
I found
that projecting myself
any further into
the future
than that very moment
was not something
I could afford to do
any longer.
And so I prepared
as best I could
for the unknown.
And as I had done
before,
in a moment
of absolute truth,
I vowed to show up
in that moment
and the next
and trust
that my willingness
to risk
would be met.
And I knew
I would never
leave the prayer
that began
in that moment
of truth.
