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growing
spectacular collapse inside my mind
pushing and shoving at me
kicking fear right into my soul
like a badger kicking for life with love
caught in the huntsman's trap
I am
with blood flowing through the mossy woodland floor
and rushing like a broken tap
rushing inside my spirit, my essence
is changing is forcing me again to let go
fall again
I am scared this time
too much pain
pushing and shoving at me
kicking fear right into my soul
like a badger kicking for life with love
caught in the huntsman's trap
I am
with blood flowing through the mossy woodland floor
and rushing like a broken tap
rushing inside my spirit, my essence
is changing is forcing me again to let go
fall again
I am scared this time
too much pain
Published 4th Jan 2017
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4th Jan 2017 3:36pm
This reminds me of some sage advice I received from one of my guides, an elderly and very wise Chinese man. He said those who tend their heart like a vase will always live in fear of it being broken. But those who allow it to fall and break will never worry about it again.
Fall. Fall hard. Then get up.
Fall. Fall hard. Then get up.
6th Jan 2017 5:53pm
excellent expose of internal conflict - here's a thought for a future poem - "There is no such thing as too much pain"
good ink :-)
good ink :-)
