I May Have Lost My Way But In The Midst Of It All- I Found My Own Voice Inspirational Reading Share

 

I really felt this one and enjoyed reading.  Very true in my own life journey!

I’ve let go so many times that my hands

are still learning how to hold.

Fists, tired of fighting, slowly unfurling

like two peonies held in front me.

I want to keep the beauty for myself this time,

I think,

and make sure it’s safe.

I’ve returned to painful places so many times that peaceful ones feel unsettling.

Love bent me without forgiveness.

Brought me to my knees,

genuflecting out of fear.

I’ve made myself silent and small

in homes that were once warm,

because I was shown that not all love

is welcoming.

Not all love is uplifting.

I’ve tip-toed and peeked around corners searching for monsters I thought I deserved. Monsters who loved the way I’d break

beneath them.

I had to quit that which was killing me.

I had to run and hide from the ones I once leapt towards.

I had to sweep up the pieces of a soul

needing to become its own home.

Quitting the forever I imagined

so that the one destined could exist.

Now there’s laughter on my lips.

Hope,

no longer caught in my throat.

I’m still holding beauty loosely in my hands,

and I’m no longer silent.

I may have lost my way

but I found my voice.

J. Raymond

"Safekeeping"

Poem from The Kindred Project: Vol. II