Maybe we
Have to shatter
As the pressure to become
Someone other than
Who we really are
Fragments our inner being
Splintering different parts of us
Blowing the wildly spinning
Splinters apart
With massive force
Hurting we are separated
With only parts of integral consciousness
Calling or crying out
Echoing through our soul
The most despondent sound
Falling spent onto stony hollow ground
We face a fallen opportunity
And there in the deepest void
Our unifying soul calls to us
Please come home
Setting those spinning fragments
Into a healing dance
Years it seemed I spent lost
In this dark wilderness
Ages of pain it seemed
Separated my wounded heart from love
What a crying crying shame
To become so utterly fragmented
In this way
And yet is this just not
The way of collective trauma
Reverberating?
What is that roaring in your ears?
The shedding of rivers of tears?
Where my soul
Did you disappear to?
The answer comes
What is hurting you
Are the penetrative shards
Of ancestral memory
Living in your breasts
Your gut
Your running hips
Making you stress
Arresting your breath
Setting you at fragmented odds
With your deepest self
Stop running the loving mother says
Turn deep within
Face
Honor
And love
Your truest self
And with these loving words
Call all of your fragmented pieces
Home
It’s hard to, shatter, even harder, to put the shattered pieces of our selves, back together, but we must, do the best we can, to put, every piece, back to its, individual, place, otherwise, we will, never be, whole again, and, living life as, the broken, shattered parts of our own, selves, that’s no way to live, at, all.
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