The heavens pour down the rich rewards of potential,
The world opens to the being, glowing with golden light,
The storms arise deepening the darkness,
The colors of light refracted into a brilliant rainbow.
Voices are calling, I race to do their bidding,
Mindful always to retain that my needs for survival are met,
With the spectrum of needs expressed by my loved ones each day.
Where is their space to be me and have my way?
Shuffling, Juggling, Plotting and Manipulating,
Time becomes distorted and I become lost in its ticking,
Years have flown and yet my eyes still see who I was,
The potential still drips from the heavens above.
How do I be me, when to so many I am other?
I am wife, sister, confidant, mother and lover!
How do I honor the roles I fulfill and still be me?
Where and when do I begin?
The light shines brightly and I know that though I struggle,
Within my whole being I am always true to my being,
I have faith that each choice I make leads me a step further,
The generous space within harbours the peace and gratitude for each experience.
Perceptions of disorganisation, lethargy and disregard,
Simply hold me back in chains of unworthiness and feelings of un-love-ab-lity.
Crisis’ forgotten as the world moves on once more,
It is the inner space that I need to acknowledge and explore once more.
Beautifully captured Rach. While I want to hug you, what you say resonates and captures brilliantly the struggles of life and who we are as women, as mothers, sisters, lovers, confidants – so often wondering who is looking out for us. Thank you again for you beautiful words and for sharing them with all of us.
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Thanks Janet, for your encouraging and affirming words. Xx
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