Beautifully Broken Inner Child Has Spoken
Poetry
A poem that heralds six months of deep inner work that I’ve committed to undertake. A group of like-minded folk meeting monthly, all eager to let go. All knowing there are deeper seeds to sow. All prepared to dig deeper to find inner gold. All prepared to have and to hold. To support one another with shared values and individual goals.
I am so beautifully broken I am so sweetly scarred so suitably tarred yet I remain unnerved unbarred
The bard within me writes throughout me words woven weave through me run down my core like words placed in sweet rock at the seaside these words reside at my centre
The words change now & then as my spine tends to bend to shape me to fend they help me to tend to my fluctuating emotions like waves of the oceans they crash on my shore they shift & dance evermore as words out of me pour all over the sand covered floor
On the vast coastline of beach these words shout & preach they beckon me to reach they educate & teach they form sentences to speech they penetrate to beseech they raise an impending impeach
In light of this, I search deep a conquest of my soul to seek over the parapet I peek my soul renders me meek questions am I regular or freak beckons my interest to pique which emotions can I tweak when do I turn my cheek away from havoc wreaked
The motion of my ocean ceases all my feelings scatter to pieces hardships, sorrows, sadness releases difficult emotion decreases ease, joy, happiness increases worn out, old parts of me deceases
While I am deliciously tethered to Mother Nature I am as free as a colourful bird released by my creator I swirl I loop I fly around the Earth's Equator
My Inner Child - I reinstate her
My inner child she calls out to me: "There are many wonders for us yet to see, open your ears to listen to me, open your heart to let me in, allow the innocence of me to wash from within all of your seeming wrongdoings, perceived sins. Remember you've never done anything wrong, please continue to sing your unique heart song".
As I listen deeply to her words she opens my mind, it starts to unfurl.
She continues with her sweet lament, reminds me of my inner gold, unspent: "While you’re beautifully broken, you’ve found your talisman, a token that is here to set you free all the inner work you do holds you together like golden glue repairs you like kintsugi, embrace your flaws that also run through me"
She's making so much sense my shoulders relax, no longer tense she reminds me that I am immense can see my world through a clearer lens clears up any residing pretence renders my emotions less intense drops down my fortress defence that all my life misrepresents where I was sitting on a broken fence
She sits me down on the ground hence bathes me in delightful incense
Rose oil rubs away brawl my bare feet dug into the soil my sorrows simmer down from a boil my mind relaxes from it’s chatter toil my contorted soul stretched uncoil the fresh fruits of me no longer spoil
©️Willow Innershire Sterrick 2024
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