Your Saturday Morning Poem

When I feel restricted, limited, separate, I remind myself to return to what is true for me through poetry. My intention for these words is they offer you the same space to return to your true nature.

Why do I keep on crying?

I feel like I’m somehow dying

Fighting with life

What I can feel when I look through my eyes

Vs. what I feel inside

Its a fright

To have been a whole life in disguise

The dark soul of the night

To lights burning bright

I want to hide

I want to pause

I have no remorse for my deaths

Many learnings from many tests

I have learnt, I am blessed

Never would I have guessed

I’d land here

Between a rock and a hard-place

I can’t open the gate to move forward

I feel my direction

Blocked by walls of protection

Doubting what I know

What I feel

Is it real?

Will it ever happen?

Happiness?

Peace?

Can I be only ease?

Can this be created by me?

Can this just come in and I be free?

Surely magic and miracles

Are available?

Surely I’ll be able

To feel stable

Because I long for a home

To be alone

And in community

How much longer until I see what I feel

Do I still have even more to heal?

Shake me awake from this dream

Where inside I scream

For the scars that were wounds that had to bleed

Can I surrender to what I believe?

Live as all of me?

I grieve who I was

Because the tears water who I am

They are the antidote to being in mind

Is it the end of that time?

I don’t want to hit rewind

Only keep swimming

Beginning to trust what I know

Move with life’s flow

Oh gardens, please grow

Take me home

Take me to what I’ve always known.

with love,

Emma

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with love,

Emma

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