Confusion.
Stillness.
Soon it would end.
And I’d still be frozen,
Unaware of my inner flame,
My power that was always mine.
I would regain clarity, love.
I would see what truly was mine.
In friendship and support
to be believed
to be known
to be loved, loving and lovable.
Even afterwards.
No longer like a stone,
Immoveable.
Now I move mountains
With my words, with my voice.
With my whole body
I embrace.
Those old wounds
A distant memory.
I find compassion for her
And the woman I am today.
Tag: power
To be a lotus when the world wants magnolias
Happiness and confidence Lies in true acceptance. I come alive and feel at peace, No longer adhering to Or following a Well-worn, grooved path. The easy way that is already before me with clear checkpoints and crossing the list off as I go. Is there room for happiness and joy in a path that is not authentically mine? Can I be my true self, Accepting the Beautiful and the ugly? The whole instead of just the Presentable parts? I embody confidence And I don’t waver. I won’t lose myself in the struggle to attain others’ approval or acceptance. It is like Dorothy in Oz. The power to go home (or accept myself) was inside me all along. This path is not always easy: To be a lotus when the world says magnolias are all the rage right now. My joy and My happiness Cannot be swayed to placate And follow the ever-changing Whims of the day.
Healing Insights 