In another life
The wings that became clipped
Have taken flight
And I am able to see
The whole magnificent panorama of existence
Stretching out before me
In the place of loss and sadness
There is a river running
Full of hope
In another life
The shame that dogged me
Did not exist
Instead I was a young girl able to see know and embrace
Her gifts
In that life I did not learn to fear
What lives now wrapped up so tightly
In the depths of me
In another life
The pain and trauma I have lived
Does not exist
And yet that ‘other life’ is only an illusion
Maybe my soul is slowly blossoming
Here on the brink of this emerging
Maybe there will come
A time and chance to live my gifts
And free the trapped bird in me
That so sorely aches
To find its wings
Beautiful and so well said! Free the bird!! 🦅🤍
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Amen, dear friend. 🙂
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