For this week's poem, I’m sharing something a little longer that invites you to reflect on your path. If you’re interested in hearing about the inspiration and intention behind the creation of this poem, I speak about it in the video above. Enjoy :)
How many times will I have to go through this? Wondering if things will change only to see the same It's my perspective that visions rain from cloud Stuck on the how what where & when Can I write a pretend note to say "goodbye"? An ancient wisdom is within sight Yet, in your eyes I still see the other side of me What if I only listened to poetry to sew and reap seeds that contains only the blueprint of my design? How can I cross the finish line giving up every moment of my time? Or, can I write in rhyme and let that be what speaks my soul? Because when I don't have a clue I've only forgotten what I knew before the noise of other's ideas the voices of fears Is it true, that tears take with them the past? And masks melting away allows you to live days that are free? How can we be in a world that just says "do"? When we always need an answer to Who Are You ? I only know I am I only know that I ran so far to remember It's a pleasure to bre ak to open my heart awake It's a pleasure to run to return A pleasure to yearn to again belong I think these are notes to write your own song What have we done wrong but forget only to try hard to guess and seek take a peak See blank pages as bleak But, what if they held the space for you to write your own words? No longer of the comings and goings of past But of the voice in your heart No longer only the steps your ancestors would take You've broken through To the real essence of you It's complexity and simplicity Brilliancy and mess No need to second guess the moves you make Nothing can decide your fate when you see Perspective shapes your experience the world that you walk in So, bring with your body your soul and with your mind your heart to start to see as your whole being because all of you has purpose even those voices that make you nervous as though you've forgotten your name Because the question to heal blame and shame is, "how is this way helping me?" "How is what I think is blinding, helping to see?" You may grieve when you remember You chose to be who you are Because the dark is needed, to see the light of a star
with love,
Emma
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