I held a session for Alana. I saw the queen in her and met her in her shadows.
I didn't offer a helping hand. I just stood by her side. Reminded her of her crown and we moved through some beautifully big stuff.
I work with trauma release. We released trauma.
She later messaged me and shared that the powerful poem below was born the day after our session together.
For the women who feel they’re not enough.
Who are all hollow ribs - sucked in tight.
Tortured minds - sleepless nights
Who mould themselves like clay
Malleable - to make themselves palatable
But behind closed doors they
This is for the women who swallow no’s
and are all yes please
I want to
This is for the women
who are drowned in the disappointment
of being themselves.
Who can’t bare to breathe
through their anxious throats.
Who claw at their skin
desperate for freedom.
Who bare a wound so
and who believe themselves to be branded
This is for
the abandoned girls
the abused girls
the girls whose homes taught them nothing of intimacy
but everything of combat
and sent them to bed soul hungry every night.
This is for the women who pluck their hearts from their chest
as an offering
on a first date.
and every time they leave
more of themselves behind.
legs open in hope
and closed in shame.
going home alone again.
You have a heart of gold
of unbelievable strength and fortitude.
glittering and gritty and cracked.
... and it’s the wholeness you must relentlessly seek.
because the hungry heart
will end up eating you
you must find it.
you need to break your jaw open
and spill love all over yourself
speak words of worthiness until
you are a drenched mess
until your muscles are trembling with the truth of self love
sinew and stitches apart
that had grown like lichen over old pains
in the bloody agony
of loving yourself
is something practised and accumulated
you need to chant and scream
until you embed
into your organs and bloodstream
you deserve love
beyond boys that sweet talk and fuck you empty
that you deserve kindness
someone to curl up with in the dark, to stroke each others sorrows and joys
that you deserve all the beauty and all the no matter what's
spend your last money on flowers
stain your fingers with berries
dance until you are all limbs and power.
we need to learn how to break to re-make
we need to learn the art of mending
your soul is sweet
your mind is magic
your heart is golden
place your reflection upon your altar.
learn intimacy through your own breath
for the women that feel unworthy of love
you are wrong.
it’s time for the medicine of truth.
administer it every damn day.
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