Sharing About Feeling Like A Burden & A Monday Evening Poem

I remember sitting with my older brother a few months ago, at the time, I was staying at my younger brothers home, the house I grew up in...

I was sharing with my oldest brother how I felt like a burden, to my family, to my friends, to myself, how I felt like a complete failure. The months leading up to this conversation I’d made some big changes in my life after realising the way I was living wasn’t going to nourish me in the long-term, realising the way I was showing up wasn’t fully true to who I was or what I wanted to experience. Many of these changes felt so scary, I remember asking life back in April “show me what my heart and soul truly want to experience”, and feeling willing to follow wherever it would take me.

That conversation with my older brother felt like a pivotal moment for me, I can see how a lot of the things I had been doing and who I was being, were attempts to prove something about who I was, to be seen for who I really was, and when the success that I perceived as success felt unmanageable, I was afraid to let it go because I thought that it would mean letting go of the validation that I thought I needed. The permission I thought I needed. A young Emma wanted to be seen so badly, because she spent many years hiding from being herself, suppressing the gift that is who she is, by simply being herself.

It feels strange to say that now, to see simply my presence and my being as enough. To trust that whatever arises from that being as enough. Although this is definitely a way of living I’m continuing to practice and learn about, I’ve found the peace in choosing to operate this way, in a world that operates based on what you do. Think, how many times when you first meet someone have you been asked “what do you do?”, as if that defines who you are, what if instead we asked “tell me about you”, “how are you feeling” - what if we all created spaces to share openly, transparently, to feel safe and held to simply share what is our truth in that moment. I believe, it starts with exploring the inner conflicts within ourselves. The conflicts that arise from trying to escape, from judging the phase we’re in right now. From seeing where we are as not good enough, who we are, where we are as not successful.

A plant doesn’t try to skip the phase of being a seed, and still grows into it the full essence that existed inside of that seed. Nor does it try to resist when its death feeds the soil for new life to grow.

There’s a common saying “be the change you want to see in the world”. Emma, a few months ago would’ve shared she felt that she was a burden to the world by doing what she wanted to do in this phase of her life, by being who she is right now. I felt inspired to share my truth now, to remind you that it’s okay to feel like a burden and, to also remind you that you’re not one. To share with you, that, right now, I’m choosing to just be, enjoy life and create without putting pressure on myself to do anything else. Here, in the form of a poem, is what surfaces for me around choosing this.

Burden 

Am I even deserving? 

Of a home where I’m not just observing 

My life 

As it drifts on by 

Sometimes I feel as though I’m looking out of a window 

Where the glass is frosted 

The snowfall touches the winters of my life 

A breathe, a deep sigh 

To now know who I am 

Back in the days I began 

To run far away from my homeland 

The days that I sang to soothe 

Holding a tune 

A hot air balloon

Weightless 

Amazement 

The heaviness still has moments where it pulls me down 

Back when I forgot how to touch the ground 

Because I was following the remembrance of the heavens 

High vibrations 

Yet always escaping 

A prison that I had built for myself 

Where what I needed belonged at the back of a shelf 

I delved so deep I forgot what it meant to be human 

I forgot what it meant to be me 

I wanted so badly to feel free 

That I forgot my own needs 

To feel at peace 

Yet, be seen in all that I am 

How far have I swam 

Yet, I feel I’m going in circles 

Stuck in a whirlpool 

Where I keep having to start all over again 

Where I keep having to pretend 

Having to mend 

I’m angry 

I’m frustrated 

Yet, I’m calm 

At peace 

Because I find ease in chaos 

I find relaxation riding the waves

Can I pave a new way? 

Can I rise from this grave? 

Can I just write?

Can I arrive?

Can I sing?

I don’t know 

I suppose I only want to just be

I have so many questions 

That I no longer want answered 

Because someone once told me 

The answer is found in the question 

The suggestion is that we already know 

The seeds we are destined to sew 

That life, can’t always be only flow 

Because even the river crashes into rocks 

Sometimes the unconscious knocks on the door of our hearts 

To ask us to see what we once suppressed 

The test of the parts we neglected 

That over protected 

Disrespected 

How deeply they were affected by the world 

We’re all only young girls 

And boys 

Trying not to destroy our dreams 

Trying to trust what our hearts believe 

And not lean into greed and pride 

To walk this way you must let yourself die into new evolutions

Birth new ways of being 

Feeling 

Healing 

Because everything is change 

Yet, in that change, the I am that I am, is always the same 

with love,

Emma

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with love,

Emma