nights now
Talking to my inner teen, via poem. Shadow Work the Shakespearian way I guess.
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Tonight I am thinking of nights that have passed, that have passed heavy.
The nights where the air was ice cold, when I was more than angry.
The nights that kept going, for years, stretched into one from many.
Tonight I pay remembrance to the sixteen year old teen within me, still fuming.
The teen that was distrusted, left with confusion, left to keep learning, fighting.
The teen that toughened up and took lead, even with her heart, caving.
Tonight I stop pushing her aside, and kneel to Her, committed.
Tonight I step down, and crawl to Her to beg for the forbidden.
Forgiveness.
Understanding.
Acceptance.
The tales of tongues we blamed Her naïve youth on, turned out to be truth from Source after all.
She was always loud, so we kept pushing her down, how much more we know now.
The nights that brimmed with loneliness and yearning for more,
were to lay a solitude filled foundation,
to the lonesome life that echoed from deep within her Souls core.
These nights that were filled with angst, rage, jealousy, hate, disgrace-
these turned on to be the lights that shone bright on the parts of Her that weren't loved.
Tonight I start allowing Her to pass, and step besides me, partner.
Tonight I see Her fully, and allow Her parts to fall in place with me, further.
Tonight I am thinking of the nights that have passed heavy,
the foundation I've built
holds past selves from past times,
the parts of me that bled and cried,
the parts that begged to be shrunk.
Tonight I pay remembrance to my teen self,
who dreamed of the life, that I can now call my life.
She fought a heavy fight to protect me,
so I would be able to rescue her now, and to set her free.
do the dance
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