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Random quick poem, may not make as much sense as I would have liked it to.
Give Her Peace
Look at me, what do you see
A girl, A woman, or just another human being
Do you look and wonder why she is so
Holding a smile but nobody knows
Her smiles so inviting but when you come near
She pushes away because of her fears
But how can you know she hides it so well
What she hides she can never tell
Shame, guilt, sadness and fear
Have been haunting this woman throughout her years
Instead of understanding her, she is feeling so judge
People can't understand why into the darkness she has lunged
Whispers, backs turned, and constant criticism is what is faced
Trying to regain herself is like facing an endless race
All she could want is to get her peace
But this darkness inside she needs to release
Give her peace, by letting her be
Wait patiently for her to feel safe and finally see
The world may not be as dangerous
As the past allowed it to be
Give Her Peace
Look at me, what do you see
A girl, A woman, or just another human being
Do you look and wonder why she is so
Holding a smile but nobody knows
Her smiles so inviting but when you come near
She pushes away because of her fears
But how can you know she hides it so well
What she hides she can never tell
Shame, guilt, sadness and fear
Have been haunting this woman throughout her years
Instead of understanding her, she is feeling so judge
People can't understand why into the darkness she has lunged
Whispers, backs turned, and constant criticism is what is faced
Trying to regain herself is like facing an endless race
All she could want is to get her peace
But this darkness inside she needs to release
Give her peace, by letting her be
Wait patiently for her to feel safe and finally see
The world may not be as dangerous
As the past allowed it to be
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The Inner Child begging to be released,
from a pain that never ceased.
A child for whom rest never came,
years spent hiding in shame.
That child was me,
that pain was real,
I never did see,
what they did to me.
Until now!
@Wolvescry your words are inspiring to at least one person..... ME
THANK-YOU.....
Laurie
from a pain that never ceased.
A child for whom rest never came,
years spent hiding in shame.
That child was me,
that pain was real,
I never did see,
what they did to me.
Until now!
@Wolvescry your words are inspiring to at least one person..... ME
THANK-YOU.....
Laurie
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The Invitation
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
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