The Groaning Board

Once I was an automaton,

dealing with all the trauma you couldn’t process.

Overwhelmed, inundated,

a sleepwalker in a family nightmare.

When I finally opened my eyes,

it felt like a trap,

the walls closing in,

recycled drama from my great grandmother

determined to seek me out,

demanding reparation.

From the murky past,

skipping stones aimed

directly at my heart.

Now your gifts spread out before me

like a feast,

I burp in your presence.

I raise my glass high

to celebrate all of you:

I have called you here today

to gather in my big open heart.

Pour yourself in

to deepen my compassion.

Every one of you has a place here.

I may not know your name or your story,

even so I take you

as I take

every piece of me:

exactly as we are.

We shine like mysterious stars

from the heavens in my eyes.

Our constellations radiate

through the brilliant galaxies

as we savor this very moment.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: brilliant

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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