Blurgh…Talk to the Pain

When there are no words left
And you look at your pain
And you are at the point of being so very much annoyed with yourself
And you touch your pain and flinch away
And there is nowhere to go because it will just come along for the ride–weeee

Until one day you make a decision
And you open your arms
–Really wide
To make sure you can hold it all
And then you embrace your pain
You hold it tight
And hug it so much
That it doesn’t hurt anymore

And you embrace it so tight
Until it has become a part of who you are
Until it has become strength, resilience, wisdom, love, spirit, and light

Because that is the purpose of pain
The forging fire of growth

Breaking Free

Imagine a time, somewhere, somewhen.
Just a time, eons ago.
Centuries ago. Life times ago.
Like groundhog day. Over and over again.
That time.

Imagine a place, somewhere, somewhen.
Here and there, and no where at all.
The place doesn’t really matter.
Still groundhog day. Over and over again.
In each place.

And every time, there was hurt.
And every time, there was pain.
And every time, there was ignorance, violation, disrespect.
You unlearned love.
You build another wall around the black walls of the box.
You unlearned self-love.
You learned self-loathing.

Imagine all the times, through eons, in places unknown.
Imagine all the times, the soul learned to hate itself.

Now enter.
Literally.
And break free.
The shackles of self-hatred.

Now enter.
Literally.
And tell the soul.
Of it’s worth.

The capstones are smashing the walls.
Layer by layer by layer.
The wings might grow back after all.
Love is freedom that soars.
Forgiveness is Self-love.

Trying something new here. This is the reading of my poem.
Quality is a bit iffy and need to work on the performance—take
it as an experiment.