What it is to feel the weight of change.
Every fibre of my being in a shift.
Energy flits and flies from
Head to toe.
Takes my breath away;
Gives it back.
Breathe …
Moving through another layer
Self-doubt waves in my
Direction.
“Remember me?” it yells,
Desperate for my attention
While desperately I push it
Aside. “I thought I dismissed
You long ago,” I bristle, and
Run screaming from the room.
To soul’s kitchen.
Something’s cooking. Smells
Inviting. An onion on the counter.
Peel back the layers.
Oh, how it stings!
Throw it in the pot.
Stir. Stir. Stir.
No wonder I cry.
Let it simmer.
Breakdown.
Stir. Stir. Stir.
Its hard shell softens.
The suffering ceases, reduced
To a savoury translucense
That sweetens
The soup of my soul.
~*~
Healing is a bitter-sweet experience.
When you get through the bitter the results can be sweet. 😉
Thanks for visiting,
Dorothy
~*~
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014
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