*Written while sitting in an oak tree. For a man, I once knew as a boy*
The Spell is Broken (On Earning Your Metal)
That you are angry, feeling
Emotive
That is a flash point in the dark
A spark
Of life
Beating, resilient, determined
A gasp when there could have been
Silence
Your story is your apothecary,
Contained potentiality
Worth sharing as
Rogue medicine
To heal, to be healed
To be heard
A resurrection call to self,
Wrest from your undoing,
To others, also
Bereft, unmoored.
Garnered from your initiation into the liminal
The in-between,
Place of the Wise, the Seers, the Way-finders,
Inured in grit, grime, substance
To feel is a creative, intentional act
To breathe is a creative, intentional act
Nurturing that spark,
Carrying life forward.
Choice of courage and vulnerability
Over
Defeat, demise
Death
You are alive,
a-life,
worth of audition (hearing),
observation (seeing),
Knowing.
You are witnessed
Breathing that spark, that life
Once again into flame
May these words be a blessing for you
Know that you are valued
Know that you are sentient to love
Know that you are safe as you
Crawl, limp, walk, run
To the New Way that beckons you
Know that you possess the Happily Ever Afters
May you, with time, once again
Burn
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Written by Dr. Allison Mitch, PT (DPT), RYT 500, reiki master, sexuality counselor and educator.
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