Dear Me,
It’s okay.
Feel what you feel,
right here, right now.
It’s not wrong, ever.
You’ve carried the pain of others
long enough.
So long that it was
lodged deep within,
had to be excavated
and explored.
That’s why it’s been so much work
and the sensations are stale
when it surfaces and loosens.
Why you feel such a mixture of
frozen and flowy,
confused and clear,
powerless and powerful.
You’ve done it,
exposed the roots of that
which was imposed.
It’s not your pain,
never should have been.
and it’s okay to
cry it away,
breathe deep the beauty
of who you are,
let yourself fully unfurl.
You are not hurting anyone,
need not feel beholden,
in allowing this to happen.
It’s safe and right
and richly deserved
for you to be free
from that particular suffering.
I know it can be scary
and you are still wary of being wrong
when these truths shine through.
That’s a tendril of the trauma, though.
You know that now.
It’s part of your blossoming to
let it go,
let it flow
away.
Love doesn’t hurt,
so let go the pain.
Cry your cleansing tears,
smile your lovely smile,
and be you.
It’s okay.
Feel what you feel,
right here, right now.
It’s not wrong, ever.
You’ve carried the pain of others
long enough.
So long that it was
lodged deep within,
had to be excavated
and explored.
That’s why it’s been so much work
and the sensations are stale
when it surfaces and loosens.
Why you feel such a mixture of
frozen and flowy,
confused and clear,
powerless and powerful.
You’ve done it,
exposed the roots of that
which was imposed.
It’s not your pain,
never should have been.
and it’s okay to
cry it away,
breathe deep the beauty
of who you are,
let yourself fully unfurl.
You are not hurting anyone,
need not feel beholden,
in allowing this to happen.
It’s safe and right
and richly deserved
for you to be free
from that particular suffering.
I know it can be scary
and you are still wary of being wrong
when these truths shine through.
That’s a tendril of the trauma, though.
You know that now.
It’s part of your blossoming to
let it go,
let it flow
away.
Love doesn’t hurt,
so let go the pain.
Cry your cleansing tears,
smile your lovely smile,
and be you.
With love,
Sarah Carlson
February 12, 2019
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