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Elisa Mar 2019
You are in possession of a most beautiful gift
That which allows you to think and to feel
In equal measure and with intensity
Both hold the very real power to ruin you
So be gentle with yourself
For you child, are one of head and heart
Logic and intuition carry a necessary contrast
For what is light without the dark?
Elisa Mar 2019
Question what really matters
Find worth in what you offer
The way you see people
Without judgement, without alteration

You will discover that simultaneously,
our greatest fear is our greatest desire
To be found where we hide
To be witnessed as we are
Elisa Mar 2019
It's time to shed these weary skins
For here is where your truth begins
Sit with your bones, feel them ache
They always give, but rarely take
Now let them rest, it's not too often
That they take root and start to soften
Unravel sharpness, uproot strife
Pour every drop into your life
Gently now, don't overflow
And what you water, will begin to grow
Elisa Mar 2019
I will be undone, gently
Pull at seams never meant to be
Beneath your reach you'll find the cage
Look past sadness, grief and rage
A patchwork body never feels at home
Don't hesitate to break each bone
Crack splintered ribs till they give way
And in their absence you will say
That now you see what lies below,
Is warmer than cold hands can show
Elisa Mar 2019
Fed to low burning fires
What was intended to fuel your soul
And where you were stifled,
You collapsed
Smoldering, seething
But what lies in ruin will be rebuilt
The depth of one is the height of the other
Reignite with the violence with which you extinguished
There they will find you
Breathing, blooming
How brilliantly you burn
Elisa Mar 2019
Unburden yourself here
Melt from your bones and from your fear
You drown in the depths but won't let go
Wash in these waves and from below
Winds of change will bring you rain
To purge these aches and heal this pain
Let fall from loose fingers
This hesitation still lingers
If dark curtains hold back the light
Trust the rare flower can bloom at night

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