
Dead quiet
No one is coming
And the only way
Of becoming
Requires of you
A travelling forth
Memory of ocean
Kept you imprisoned
Swimming deeply in your cells
For 5 long years
Ocean was
Isolation
Loss
Wilderness
A solitary scream
Heard by no one
But your own body
Longing so deep
For all that could not be recognised
For all that you could not express
When you are not seen
It seems to your soul
As if you live such a long way off
Body and being voided
You search for redemption in the sky
But it is not coming
Now the challenge is this
To become earth bound
To land
To walk across earth
Grounding
Being
Becoming
Hurts like hell
But that hurt is just birthing pain
Surrender to it
Open
It is the pain of your becoming
The pain of the husk
Breaking open
To release the seed
Of your self
Beautiful. This is mindfulness and coming down from dissociation. x
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So true These poems just flow out. I dont know what they mean until I read them back..thanks so much for that recognition, Sweetie 💖
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