Awesome! I have been doing psycho physical work which is sort of gut wrenching. It’s hard for me to believe there’s anything left in there after all these years. But with changes in life, things emerge.
I stayed with the image of trust that doesn’t arrive all at once, but grows word by word. Sometimes writing is what gently reminds us we can come home to ourselves.
By the mirror, my joking voice had packed its tiny bag and left, I swear... All your words in here..? Has that awkward brave thing where you’re trying to become the adult you needed, while still being a little scared of your own soft parts. I wanted to be casual about it, but... no, apparently we are tenderly confronting ourselves today.
This is wonderful. A poem of true healing together.
Thanks, Stephanie. Yes, this came out of some actual trauma therapy I did awhile ago.
Awesome! I have been doing psycho physical work which is sort of gut wrenching. It’s hard for me to believe there’s anything left in there after all these years. But with changes in life, things emerge.
They sure do.
I stayed with the image of trust that doesn’t arrive all at once, but grows word by word. Sometimes writing is what gently reminds us we can come home to ourselves.
I love that, and yes, I’m finding that to be true after being incapable of approaching it for so many years. It’s now such a wonderful home.
That’s beautiful. We have to undergo the death of who we were taught to believe to actually find out what we believe and who we are
Thank you, Michael, and thank you for the restack. That means so much.
By the mirror, my joking voice had packed its tiny bag and left, I swear... All your words in here..? Has that awkward brave thing where you’re trying to become the adult you needed, while still being a little scared of your own soft parts. I wanted to be casual about it, but... no, apparently we are tenderly confronting ourselves today.
Yes, it definitely takes putting on the big girl pants, doesn’t it?