It’s the ability to hold yourself in the darkest moments and know that this too is perfect.
I see your soul
Bypassing the body
The person
The human you
I fall in love with it
I forget
I don’t see it
I don’t understand
I don’t want to
Beating myself up for not being strong enough
Weak enough
Successful enough
Thin enough
Courageous enough
Broken
Broken in a way I can not be put back together
Broken in ways the will echo throughout the decades
Broken in ways that only my soul can see
Beaten
Physical representation of the turmoil that was going on inside of me
And not even knowing
A physical representation of how much I was beating myself up internally.
Bruised
Bruises that are sore to touch and hard to see
A reminder of the pain
The torment
But they have nothing on the bruises and scars that you can’t see.
Wounded
Wounded and not worthy
Giving away every dollar I made
TAKE IT!
Allowing others to strip me bear
Please take it from me because I am not worthy to have this wealth
The wealth I work 100 hours a week for.
Take it, take my love and make me bleed.
TAKE IT!
Bleed to slow death.
For I am dying.
But I still see your soul.
For as much I love your soul, I now see you.
I walk away will love in my heart for your soul and your human self.
I see all of you.
Travelling the world to find myself
I see my soul
I know no one
I find my tribe of lost souls
We gather
We unite
We love
We work
We make money
I go home to my homeland
Ready to conquer the world
Skin shedding
Mind racing
In a world that I don’t understand
Souls in lives I see they don’t want to be in
Pain everywhere I look
Pain that everybody is trying to ignore
Not expressing how they really feel.
Do I really belong in this world?
I feel foreign in my homeland
The desire to conquer the world feels too big now
Too far gone
Too far spread
To do anything alone
I shrink
Morph
And try and fit back into my world
Wounded
Defeated
Beaten
HELP ME!
Help me conquer the world
Unite
Rally
Gather
Love
Work
Make money
Transform my homeland
A hunger they crave
But not a hunger to do the work
Solo
Always solo
Internally beaten
I see my soul
Internal turmoil that has a new language, a spiritual prison that is wrapped up beautiful words and sound love.
Good intentions
But no compassion for the karmic line
My human body
My childhood trauma
My human conditioning
Skin shedding
Mind still
In a world where I am responsible for myself
Souls that show up everyday that reminds me that I am both human and divine
Pain, that I have learned to love.
Always expressing how I really feel.
I understand.
I am no one thing
But all things
It’s the ability to hold yourself in the darkest moments and know that this too is perfect.
Knowing that
I am safe to express the most pleasurable desire
I am safe to give myself freely
To express myself in a way that honours all of who I am
I am safe to love my body as it is
I am safe to be ridiculously wealthy
To work in a way the feels peaceful
Energisers me
Makes me feel alive
Significant
To work everyday on the end game
Not any game.
But my game.
