Faith That Reveals
In this softening of my soul,
there is a liberation of spirit and emotions.
I woke up at least twice last night
with a gasp,
followed by tears,
and even a visit of anger.
I feel a sort of stuckness
in my hips and spine,
as if something
that has been impeded,
or even tethered,
is soon to be freed.
I know this to be good,
and it is also hard
to experience solo.
I’m going to let it unfold as it will,
maybe reach out for help….
Ohhhhh… there it is.
That must be at least part of what
needs to go.
The sense of failure that
still pesters just beyond
my awareness
when I feel vulnerable
and have a need.
The memories harbored in my body
of being negated
when I dared to ask, speak,
wonder, cry.
There, I’ve named it.
Maybe that will help
and my faith will continue to reveal.
I’ll find balance
in these reflections,
which include how brave I’ve been
to access healing,
process so much alone,
share my poetry along the way.
In this softening of my soul,
there is a liberation of spirit and emotions.
I woke up at least twice last night
with a gasp,
followed by tears,
and even a visit of anger.
I feel a sort of stuckness
in my hips and spine,
as if something
that has been impeded,
or even tethered,
is soon to be freed.
I know this to be good,
and it is also hard
to experience solo.
I’m going to let it unfold as it will,
maybe reach out for help….
Ohhhhh… there it is.
That must be at least part of what
needs to go.
The sense of failure that
still pesters just beyond
my awareness
when I feel vulnerable
and have a need.
The memories harbored in my body
of being negated
when I dared to ask, speak,
wonder, cry.
There, I’ve named it.
Maybe that will help
and my faith will continue to reveal.
I’ll find balance
in these reflections,
which include how brave I’ve been
to access healing,
process so much alone,
share my poetry along the way.
Sarah Carlson
November 12, 2022
November 12, 2022