You forget about some poems you write. This one was so resonant for the surges and dips I still deal with due to Complex PTSD .and thanks to the person who drew my attention back to it by ‘ liking’ it today.
The heart that welcomes you here
Should have been your mother’s heart
A heart open to love
Without a locked door
With all feeling sealed shut inside it
With a door bared by rage
That now becomes massive compulsive cleaning
Never giving you a place to rest
Driven out of your body and your mind
Your innocent body begins to hurt
And so you seek succour in substances
Substances become the warm heart of the mother
Absent for years that welcomes you home
But over years that heart grows cold
And you find no rest
Within this icy kingdom
That draws you in with false promises
It will be a journey over a wasteland of ice
That finally leads you to the place
Where you can light an inner fire
To thaw the traumas
And terrible heartbreaks
That froze your soul
Don’t go towards the coldness now, love
Stay here by…
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Emerging From The Dark Night 
❤ This stirs such deep emotion and thought.
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Even reading it back 4 years later I felt that too, it helps to know this poem really seems to resonate for you and others too. That maternal nurturance wound runs deep for our culture, I firmly believe. 💞 Thank you. 🌹
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This tells a journey so clearly, wonderfully expressive. The mother wound does cut so deep.
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It really really does..
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