The Space Connects Us

When your now shatters
and that frightened small
being bursts in, seizes
what matters, screaming,
everything contracts
to a point in time,
dreaming, the past attacks.
With laser focus, we hold
our mature arms wide. Feeling
inside the babble
hocus pocus perceptions
when we’re not safe,
rejections, basic needs unmet.
So long held under in disguise
at last the chance to get
the love that’s always here
(though social constructs make
what’s real unclear.)
The venerable dark is fraught
and your tiny candle caught
in visions misperceived so
heartfully grieved. Listen:
we must blow out this light
throwing such huge shadows.
This darkness requires a second
sight to expose. Calm, resolute
and curious, we approach
feeling our way to the furious
and shamed. We claim what’s long
been gone. Now we are one.

Inspired by: Fraught, Candle, Venerable, Babble and an energy session with a sweet rescue dog.

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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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