Poem: Feeling it All

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Celebrating nature's seasons and my soul seasons,

I realised and gave myself permission to fully embrace life.

I realised, seemingly all of a sudden, that life was so intricate and that

Each natural season could teach me endlessly about myself too. 

This I knew but I'd forgotten. 

Just like my cycle aligned with the moon phases,

So too could I integrate the truth that, if nature had cycles and patterns

and ebbs and flows, I could show myself grace and deep kindness every time I 

navigated something new or the same thing I had experienced multiple times 

before because I had to learn something new.

Expansion and contraction became a new mantra,

A new anchoring phrase, a new 

way of living that brought forgiveness and ease. 

Why had I punished myself so viciously for relapsing into anxious states

When in reality I knew well that healing wasn't a linear, smooth, pristine path?

I knew healing could be ugly, and messy, and dark and scary and that being a human 

being could be heavy at points and yet I'd given myself  the hardest times when 

spirilling out of control. I hadn't shown myself grace.

I'd made myself wrong, broken, incomplete, collapsing, 

inadequate. I'd made myself miserable.

Though it took time, I eventually realised and understood that

I had always been right, whole, complete, strong

And just who I needed to be at that point in my life. 

Yes, I could feel the shadows dancing around me 

But darkness wasn't eternal and I wasn't broken,

I was just a human being and light was glowing from within. 

In truth, I just needed to reconnect to my soul again, 

Purely and unapologetically and allow myself 

To feel it all. 


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