Dear Pain: A series of love poems and musings...

Dear Pain,

Remember the years I shut you out?
I denied your existence in the name of Happiness.
Well, Anxiety and Depression moved right on in and derailed that plan.

I take you back Pain because Addiction just called and wants to surf on my couch.
Let's take the couch and Joy can have my bed.

Love,

Another Way to Be

Dear Pain: A series of love poems and musings...

Dear Pain,

An unconditional welcome is the best gift I can give you,
Which only stillness can buy.

Love,

Another Way to Me

Dear Pain: A series of love poems and musings...

Dear Pain,

Funny how when I shut the door on you,

Anxiety climbs into the windows of my sacred ground. 

She comes in shredding my stillness to pieces

Leaving my wreckage strewn about. 

My heart hardens.

The broken record of intrusive thoughts spins me into a dizzy spell.

You are persistent and again you knock.

And when I finally open the door, there you are standing right next to Joy. 

Come on in. 

Both of you.

Love,

A Softer Me

Dear Pain: A series of love poems and musings...

Dear Pain,

I will honor you with my stillness.
I will nurture you by filling my well of Self.

I no longer am scared of you.
I no longer abandon you.
I no longer feel ashamed of you.

I will say your name.
I will give you space.
I will give you voice.

I will breathe you in.
I will hold you.
I will give you purpose through cultivated creations.

You are mine as I am yours.
You are a great teacher.

Love,
Your Student

Dear Pain: A series of love poems and musings...

Dear Pain,
I see you. I know you are there.
Yet, I realize I struggle to meet you.

I am a thinker, a beautiful creator of ideas that flutter colorfully in my brain.
In thinking, I often do not come down to meet you and sit with you.

I think about holding and nursing you but then don't actually.
I realize that my thinking gets in the way of opening my heart to you and melting into you.

Feeling. Feeling. Feeling.
Welcome my dear Pain.
Come lay in my arms and in my warmth.
I am still.

Love,
A Softer Me

In gratitude for the teachings of Sheryl Paul in Conscious Transitions and her powerful  Trust Yourself Class