many times, we
ignore what we need.
training ourselves to be pleasing, to
stay palatable, to be
chosen, devaluing our worth so others call us loveable, to get more
attention, convincing ourselves they will be gentle
and kind with
our hearts, while we ourselves,
deliberately abandon our own when we
give without limits, still never receiving what we need.
if we dare to
stop performing for scraps, maybe we will heal.
maybe we
will learn it’s not shameful to need
and we will be able to
discover who we are beneath survival, explore
our hopes, our
emotional sensitivities
that have been flayed thin, rubbed us raw
and we
will finally understand what we need
is to
decide, without apology, how to feel.
********************************************************************************************************************************************I used Sophia Thakur's poem Tenderness from her book Somebody Give This Heart a Pen to create this Golden Shovel poem.
We need to be more gentle with ourselves
we need to heal
we need to explore our sensitivities raw
we need to feel
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Tina D. Lopez
I have a lot of silly things (some dark things) inside my head, so I write them down. Sometimes they turn into poems.
My book Love Ain’t No Friend of Mine is available on Amazon. https://a.co/d/6JYBmLH
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