Healing

Healing

 

This is my story this is my

Song,

 

Just a seedling, fragile and

Tender.

 

Planted in a Hurricane,

Instantly fighting to live,

to grow to become.

 

Developing shields and thorns to protect,

in the Struggle.

 

Adaptations, accommodations all along the way,

Just to survive.

 

Rooted, growing, enduring.

 

Standing

Standing

Standing

 

Breaking, opening, weakening.

 

Praying

Praying

Praying

 

All the wisdom now turning against me

no longer expanding.

Darkness ceasing the growth,

Riddled with Ghosts, Fears and

Wounds.

 

Alone in the Deep.

 

Learning to Love the creation

I have become,

Letting go of the Wishes,

Would haves, and did nots.

 

Opening to the Light,

the warmth, the magic

of what is.

 

Simplicity, Communion

 

Guiding the Way Home.

 

Loved.

 

Deep in the Belly.

 

Feeling the Tickle.

 

Mmmmmm.

 

Lori (2009)

Recent Posts