I used to wear a veil,
that I cast over myself like a shadow.
Then I stripped myself bare.
I freed myself and still I was not free.

When you start to take away the pain, you find even more pain inside.
You have to be brave,
you have to be kind to those parts. The parts you don’t like.
You have to wrap your arms around them and hug your pain so tight.
Just like you would a lover.
Those fragile parts of you, are so beautiful.
Just like a flower all ready to bloom.
It needs your light first, it needs your embrace.
It needs to know it belongs, before you can set it free.

Xo

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The real me…

I longed for you,
and then I realised I was really longing for myself.
The real me,
the one beneath my skin.
The real me,
that’s beyond my thoughts, my fears.
The one that has been here the whole time.
I will find me, you know.
All of me,
the real me…

Xo

Life has given me a clean slate,
wiped away with rain.
It’s telling me that I need to trust, this I already know.
The time has come to face what I know deep down I can.
I have faced far worse than this.
I can do it.
Even when I’m laying on the ground, fallen and all alone.
A silent whisper of light always holds my hand.

Xo

Through our experiences and encounters with people we learn about who we are.
People bring us gifts, sometimes hidden in tiny small packages.
We are messengers for each other.
It’s up to us to work out the connection.
To feel the pulse that connects us to each other.
Sometimes the connections are so soulful and deep. We feel their sound resonate with ours.
We feel a silent knowingness,a comfort.

Xo

Incomplete…

I feel unfinished,
like the painted picture that is incomplete.
No matter how full my heart becomes of love,
my heart still feels empty.
Their’s nothing solid to hold onto, no promises been made.
Just chance and fate and the mystery of it all.
But it is what it is, nothing’s going to change. The intentions are the same.
Unless his heart becomes open,
and he stops being afraid.
If only he know she was afraid too. Maybe then he would hold her. Maybe then he would choose to feel her warmth.

Xo

It’s like I’m inside the world,
but then I’m looking on in.
I want to feel completely in it,
but instead I dance around its crisp edges.
Softly listening, taking it in.
Accepting life’s inspirations.

Xo

Isn’t that what they are.
Temporary quick fixes.
Something to ease the pain, someone to take it all away.
We leave that bit out.
We strip ourselves of our clothes
but not our souls.
We enter into this invisible contract. In it states we are not allowed to show what we need,
no promises can be made.
We’re not allowed to hold on, that’s only permitted in our embrace.
We’ve really signed up to be disposable. Their’s already another body in line ready to take our place.

Xo