How do I fit all the pieces together? No longer can they go back nicely in the box Stuffed back in, and ready for another day They can’t, they won’t. Neither do I want them to. Raw Unsettled Exposed Vulnerable Layers of Emotions Swirling No beginning And yet no end. A massive mixing pot. The mind and heart Battling fiercely to distinguish How to put it back together? Where do I go from here? Shame? No longer welcome Yet the remnants remain Messages from the past Powerful, foreboding Dark. Familiar Am I broken? Cracked beyond repair? Will I ever be fully mended? Is that even obtainable? I strive desperately for healing Yet for what gain? Only to be side swiped. Jolted Joy? What the hell is that? So close Yet miles and miles beyond reach. In the mixing pot My chair is BROKEN It’s uneven, and not like the rest. Can it fit at the table? Is there room for my crooked leg? I have a limp from years ago. Life has left lasting impact. My chair is TAINTED Its di...
I am strong, resilient and worthy. My voice matters. I see those many don’t see. I hear those whose hearts are longing to be heard. I hold space and care for those who come under my care. I am a therapist All my experiences The joys, the triumphs, the heartaches the Dark Night of the Souls. My fears, insecurities and anxiety My friendships and those within my community Empower me to sit with those who seek Their own healing journey. I am competent I have been given the skills, ability and talent To humbly and confidently stand In my role as a Therapist As a Student. My love of learning overrides the untruth of being labeled unacademic. I am strong, and I choose today not to give my own power where it is undeserving. I choose to no longer belittle or dismiss my own worth and value. I choose to stand in the truth of Who I was and am created to be. The Maker Holds me close in His Hands. Whispers, “Beloved, you are i...