I learned to find my way
back to the quiet space
within.
I learned to be okay
with a prayer
and a tiny spark of hope.
And I remembered
to never again let go
of my heart.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I learned to find my way
back to the quiet space
within.
I learned to be okay
with a prayer
and a tiny spark of hope.
And I remembered
to never again let go
of my heart.
The thing is I was used to
taming inner darkness,
and sorting outrageous amounts of
mixed up truth and lies
was nothing.
The thing is I had already succumbed
to the dissonance —
already given up my soul
in pieces,
gathered it back up,
and carefully fit it back together with
my last bit of strength.
I had almost lost my life,
but it was almost completely
surrendering my soul
that was far worse.
The loss of my soul and therefore
all connection with God
and all that was life affirming
and good
became the one thing I feared.
And so, as shocking as it was to
be challenged and pushed
to the edge once more,
I was prepared not to go
down that path ever again.
Life became
the willingness
to notice
my own soul voice
behind everything,
to allow myself
to be connected
with my heart —
and to reflect
a little more
love.
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.
I return to silence,
to truth.
And out of THIS silence
comes a new voice,
the voice of my soul
and the courage to speak
from THIS place —
no longer held captive
by the thoughts
that are not quite me.
Let them be
there.
Let it all
be there.
I will be
in a different place —
in reverence
of what is true.