Those grey years of angst,
Of treading water in a sea of tears
that never washed away the
grief and shame and sadness,
never cleansed the taste of ashes
from my mouth,
those years of struggle
hoping to assuage the guilt of immaturity and neediness
years of yearning to make it right for everyone,
That lifetime of selling self short,
Time now for reflection,
time now to find meaning
time now for self compassion and kindness
Time now to rise from the ashes,
Time now to let my light shine,
to let it radiate
and warm those for whom it has meaning.
No more shutting it down,
making self small,
No more apologising and agonising.
Time now to grow and bloom,
Time now to blossom and bear fruit
Time now for unfettered fun and laughter
Time now to create
Time now for time to have no meaning.
This is an inspiring piece that shows the metamorphosis of someone on a journey of self growth. Learning that it is ok to be confident and be kind and compassionate to yourself is liberating and brings a much more harmonious peaceful life. Only when you can do that can you truly be the person that you are meant to be. Its lovely to see the phoenix rise from the ashes and become the beautiful bird she is meant to be. A lovely piece. Milly x
What an inspirational poem, Megan. People spend their whole lives making it right for others and often never realise that they themselves are suffering because of that. Enjoy your 'me time'. Sounds like you deserve it.
Thank you very much Ben. Sometimes it takes a hurt more painful and more unexpected than you could ever imagine to shatter that 'making it right for others' pattern. But after, there is peace, and in that peace I am enjoying a renewed creativity.
Best to you,