Finding my centre

Started by bluepalm, June 14, 2019, 04:34:01 AM

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bluepalm

I wrote this poem this morning under an impulse to mark a new stage in my healing; a new sense of being grounded and centred.

'Uluru' is a beautiful, large red sandstone rock formation in central Australia that is sacred to the local Indigenous people.

Finding my centre

There has been no Uluru
inside me to ground me.
There has been nothing but
doubt and confusion.

There has been a readiness
always to disparage myself.
A readiness to erase
my existence and achievements.

But now, towards the end of this long journey
I'm daring to sense my centre.
All that doubt and confusion has led
to something solid and beautiful.

(See how my fingers hesitated
to type 'beautiful' - is this too much,
too bold, too outrageous a word
to apply to me?)

I stand on top of my own rock now,
having climbed from that
black hellish nightmare
almost always isolated and alone.


My rock is built on my courage
in the face of an empty universe.

Kizzie

Lovely to read that you are healing BluePalm  :grouphug:

QuoteI stand on top of my own rock now,
having climbed from that
black hellish nightmare
almost always isolated and alone. 

My deepest wish/hope is that as awareness of the debilitating effects of relational trauma grows there will be  more treatment, services and supports so we are not so alone. 


woodsgnome

So ... sooo ... so (pausing for you to fully realize:

     sooo

BEAUTIFUL ...  :yourock:     :yeahthat:

Thank you ... it's pretty easy to forget that beautiful part; it can be overused in these times, but for those of us who've been on this road, the reminder is never not needed, never routine. We know this territory, sometimes following tears and doubts and what have you ... so thanks again  :hug:

bluepalm

Kizzie, BeHea1thy, woodsgnome - a heartfelt thank you, through tears, for your support. It's such a hard journey isn't it!

Not Alone

Wow! Powerful and beautiful.

RiverRabbit

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Bluepalm...
This feels like the first, careful, steps off of a field where a battle raged... the morning mist softening the carnage left behind... but, it was carnage.  And the pain of wounds sustained making you wince as you walk.

Just the picture I get when I read this.

I am coming out of a battle I feel that I lost, sorry I have been away... will be writing more soon.

Kizzie

It is a hard journey BluePalm  :grouphug:  (but we are so worth it  :yes:)

RiverRabbit - So sorry to hear you've been doing battle and feel you lost  :grouphug: