Day by day,
Step by step,
Layer by layer,
I try.
I tend to what needs tending.
My heart.
My soul.
My source.
And I try to remember to breathe.
Through all adversity, I feel so small.
Smaller and smaller.
I am called to fall on the ground.
Motherhood.
Parenthood.
Selfhood.
Vulnerability made visible.
Cracks. All around.
My fears, my scares, all the pain keep me awake.
I try not to feed my toxic thoughts. But they are hungry.
And I wonder
Did my ancestors prepare me for that?
Did the universe prepare me for that?
I hold this image deep inside and I try, I try harder.
Day by day.
Night after night.
I hold space for myself.
When I can.
If I can.
And when I cant
I stop.
I listen.
I fall to the ground.
I cry.
I shout.
Where is my spirit?
Where is my soul?
Is this is how humans grow?
«Everything belongs» They say
«Release what no longer serves» They say
«Show gratitude» They say
«You are alive» They say
I know.
I know.
Can´t they see how dead I am inside?
Can´t they see around?
The abyss.
I wandered.
I got lost.
I need to dive back into my belly.
Into the deepest of the wounds.
I need to find back my roots.
I need to remember that nature, life, and love are there.
Myself, my spirit, my soul.
My heart beats.
Spring will come.
Ah Dear Sage
I hear you, I feel all the feelings. You are loved and so amazing. Thinking of you and sending huge love ❤️
Thank you for this poem and beautiful collage. ⭐⭐⭐