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RhymeReRhyme Sep 19
The shadow self, the parts I disavow,
The aspects of myself I can't allow
To surface in the light, the hidden traits,
That fester in the darkness, sealed by gates.
The anger, envy, jealousy, and greed,
The insecurities that plant a poisonous seed,
The fear of abandonment, the need to cling,
The wounds that never truly learn to sing.
I cannot run, I cannot hide away
From this reflection staring back today,
I must embrace the darkness, understand
The reasons why it holds me in its hand.
To integrate the shadow, piece by piece,
To find compassion, grant myself release,
From the self-condemnation, the endless blame,
And recognize the human in the frame.
To understand the origins of my pain,
The childhood traumas that still leave their stain,
The patterns learned, the coping mechanisms used,
The wounds inflicted, the defenses infused.
To see the child within, afraid and small,
Desperate for love, and fearing any fall,
To offer comfort, understanding, grace,
And heal the broken places, time and space.
This journey inward, difficult and long,
Demands vulnerability, a strength that's strong,
To face the ugliness, the raw, unfiltered truth,
And find the beauty hidden in my youth.
For in the shadow, strength can be found,
Resilience forged on consecrated ground,
A deeper understanding of the soul,
A path to wholeness, making me whole.
By integrating the shadow, I can see
The darkness not as enemy, but me,
A part of myself, deserving of embrace,
A source of wisdom, finding its own place.
This period in life so long over due..

Sitting in the discomfort until I’m black and blue
But it's so hard because it hurts.
And I'm afraid I might scare myself from the great love in front of me if I think too hard about the hurt living on in love. But this is my art. To take a feeling and dissect it. Bring its most unspoken parts alive, and say them. Sometimes I hesitate because like me, people don't wanna hear about the hurt either. My words - my art - sometimes creates an uncomfortable sensation in people. Or reminds them of an old belief they haven't let go of. Or of forgotten moments of self consultation they had probably consciously released, because, let's face it. It is really hard to take some of these feelings of hurt and learn from them. Embrace them fully. To devote life to understanding them. To innerstanding them. It can be very difficult. Sometimes nothing else matters but my urge to dig in the fabric of life and create sensation through words. This addiction has me often sick with emotion. Continuously & fully taking on surrounding energies. To learn, to calculate, to feel everything available to feel. I can't shut it off. And my brain may go wild and my chest fly too high with anxiety. The anxiety of a tornado of unprocessed emotional junk, spewing from the cracks of the world's ego. But it is in this feeling, that I came to know my calling. And it is this, that lays out the lessons I know I must learn, in this lifetime. It is this, that has bread my direction. "

..............miss..............mica.................. <3
A blog post for today .

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