Gratitude, Poetry, Self-love

My. Own. Two. Feet.

Lo and behold

It has to be said

After 3 months of diligence

My determination is dead

I’ve been trying desperately

To finish a dam book

On my study reading list

But now I’m DONE reading

 I seriously had to stop

Two more chapters to go

But it feels like a crock

Following someone else’s ‘plan’

On how I ‘should’ heal

Listening to their words

On what I ‘should’ feel…

As the author explained

How long their healing took

So to help ‘us’ save time

They wrote ‘us‘ this book

Which in my mind

Is laughable

They seem to miss the whole point

But it seems we live in a world

Addicted to a quick fix

We’re all so desperate to find answers

So eager for a ready-mix

That will solve all our problems

Help life be less hard

Find that person with the magic

To heal all our scars

But it feels like my inner child

Has FINALLY jumped up to say

For years I’ve hooked

Into other people’s words

I’ve run to others

So desperate to be heard

I’m so conscious of how

I yearned for so long

For other people’s validation

To help keep me strong

I needed others to see me

To somehow verify

To try help me decipher

Some meaning for my life

I know I was only doing

What my inner child needed to do

For her to survive and feel safe

To simply make it through

But looking back I now realise

How I gave my power away

Often to unhealthy people

Who enjoyed having their say

Who loved having that control

But could often lash out

When I didn’t stay in line

When I expressed some doubt…

To their way of doing things

 If I didn’t agree

Or if I showed up with a hurt

But from this place where I am sitting

This very moment now

I am grateful for every experience

Of EVER being disavowed

Because every friend who cut me out

Who simply walked away

Who decided they no longer

Wanted to stick around and play…

Who left me feeling abandoned

Hurt and alone

Lost and flailing

Like I didn’t have a home

Was another step of healing

For my own mental health

Another step closer to me

Finally loving myself

Every heartbreak

Every disappointment

 A much-needed reminder

I needed to find compassion

I had to learn to be kinder….

To myself as I made space

For the inner child in me

As I embraced the mess

The parts I didn’t want to see

As I started to slowly

As I witnessed the emotions

That built up their inner walls

As I started to really look at

And understand their roles

I let go of the belief

That I was damaged and not whole

And this space that is left

There is nothing

Absolutely nothing

Else, I need to do