Lost in Life’s Complexities, Hell Storms, and Toxicities
❤️ Poem: Cleaning the Soul, Awakening the Heart, and Finding your Way Back ❤️
Is there a roadmap home?
It starts with love. . .
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Listen to Medicine while reading. . .
Finding your voice and your way in the voicelessness and hopelessness of life. . . .
Trapped within the Labyrinth Poem
Running on Empty: Growing the Heart of Love
standing there, . .
feeling lost and soul-less, hopeless, and heartless. . ..
thinking that there must be a mistake, this is all there is . .
being trapped in the codes of deception and wanting more. . .
seeing the darkeness, surrounded by wolves, crows, and fox spirits. .
going to work, a place of shallow dreams, and lost feelings for joy, . .
seeing no one caring, and feeling trapped and dead inside. . .
becoming a teacher in a cold world, seeing my student in her wheelchair,
asking her what happened, during a break, she looking into my eyes
telling me once upon a time she dreamt, during a break,. .
seeing tears falling down her face, having a fatal gymnastics accident,
leaving her a quadriplegic, knowing that I too had the same accident and was thinking that I would be forever in a wheel chair, unable to walk,
recalling having miraculously relearning to walk, in pain, crying, . .
finding myself, again unable to walk because of the intensity of chemo
during my cancer treatments, having my son push me around, . . .
learning and relearning to walk and to dream, one day, . . .
having a eye of thy heart, the lips of the heart, speaking. . .
feeling the pain, being alive, angels singing to me, . . .
standing tall, pushing thy wheelchair away, . . .
becoming alive, dreaming of invincibility . . .
walking, knowing: never ever . . .
give up . . .
. . . . . . . thank you, for twice in my life I found myself unable to walk, I am cancer free now, I did not become a quadriplegic as a gymnast, but I have a disabled parking for my car, I feel like knives are cutting into my feet when I walk, . . . though I broke, I have found a way to be alive, to dream, and to be hopeful!
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