Finding Our Way Home
I’ve been traveling for a while now,
searching for something
I couldn’t fully define,
at least in my little girl world.
She grew and thrived
despite this missing link.
Together we found Love
and have accessed healing,
but we still remained unsure.
That beautiful little girl,
now held and honored by me,
was never comfortably
at home before.
We’ve discovered that
what we’ve been looking for
truly is within and without,
has been all along.
It’s safe to believe
and it’s right to let go.
As we do that we are
heartfully, soulfully, lovingly
finding our way home
to our place of peace,
to the sanctity of self.
I’ve been traveling for a while now,
searching for something
I couldn’t fully define,
at least in my little girl world.
She grew and thrived
despite this missing link.
Together we found Love
and have accessed healing,
but we still remained unsure.
That beautiful little girl,
now held and honored by me,
was never comfortably
at home before.
We’ve discovered that
what we’ve been looking for
truly is within and without,
has been all along.
It’s safe to believe
and it’s right to let go.
As we do that we are
heartfully, soulfully, lovingly
finding our way home
to our place of peace,
to the sanctity of self.
Sarah Carlson
September 12, 2017
September 12, 2017
Beautiful, Sarah! Your poem leads me to think that the "sanctity of self" is the womb we're all looking for. --Safety beyond anything another human being can provide.
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