Coming alive

Coming alive

You cried so many times

The pain went deep inside

Its impacted roots

Tearing on your tummy

Which ached with the longing

For the holding of a mother

Who could not see or embrace your pain

Leading to the sense of deepest aloneness

And shame

But darling you were just a child

So what if your feelings were wild

Like an untamed rain storm

Let the feelings rage

As you tear open another page

An entirely new chapter in your life

For you deserve

To Be

To Know

To Feel

And most of all

You deserve to be real

And fully alive

So even if you cry

A million tears

Why not

For in time the sun will appear

From behind clouds

If you just trust yourself

And support your inner child

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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2 thoughts on “Coming alive”

  1. we all, longed for a mother who, loved us unconditionally, but our mothers don’t, and the only way we can, make up for that is by, learning to love ourselves, the way we should’ve been loved when we were children, by providing the emotional supports we lacked to our selves, as young children, now that we’re, adults.

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