Searching, searching, searching…
My mind clawing for meaning in the unknown.
I feel a shift.
Giving reins over to my soul, my intuition, my heart.
A flood of relief, a calm surrender.
This is what I have longed for. Yet, I am terrified.
It is a different terror; my old terror was crippling.
This terror releases me from the crushing anxiety of before.
I feel the words “wait, wait, wait”; but I cannot see what lies ahead.
I am shedding all that no longer serves me.
Have I lost all external belonging?
I feel alone and in grief.
The bunny under our massive bushes seems to be doing the same thing.
Huddled and waiting…
*This prose poem is the second in a series that I am publishing with my blog chronicling the last year of my healing journey. I hope that by sharing, I might bring comfort and strength to others traveling the deep, dark, winding road of healing.
Love and Light to You.
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