Womb awakening

We are part of the same network
Blood linking us together
Your pain is not mine
And yet…
It’s written in my DNA

We’re familly
This special bond
Many pains brought together
And never we thought
It could be different

It’s time
To walk alone
No guilt in letting go
Of a story untold

No guilt in leaving
Someone ought to break
The invisible link
Of hardships

We can’t carry on
Letting the past decide
Of our future

It’s time
For each one of us
To make the choice
Of better tomorrows

May we bring forgivness
Inside
Whathever we may feel
Whathever our scars

We are the only ones
With the power
To heal each other’s wounds

By choosing ourselves
Our own growth
Our own pace

The freedom to be
Our own savior
Our best mate

Finding outside the lineage
Our own truth
Our voice
Hidden behind the veil of distress

Happiness Maker

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You come from a different space
Your eyes can see inside of me

No need to hide
No way to escape
Both beauty and darkness
Of my soul

You meet me at the crossroad
Where I stand
As I am – unbalanced
Most of the time

Every day
You are giving me the chance
To grow
And the freedom
To express myself
In so many different ways

You breath life
Into my world

Where I stand my ground

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Find your truth inside

Making choices is kind of hard to me. I tend to come and go and change my mind many times a day when I need to take a decision or make a move. I find it even hard to chose between yoghurts at the supermarket, so…

I always wait – too long – for people’s approval. It may never come. Still it reassures me at times. But it keeps me dependant of what others are thinking, which come with their perception of a specific situation. That may not be mine at all.

There is one subject, thought, where I do stand my ground, despite what everybody else think and would rather do – if they’re me – they’re not, thank God!

This is about my son’s dad. For me it’s no relationship except what was stated in the divorce papers. I don’t care that he is his father – I think this is complete bullshit by the way, I mean a father is a man who cares about his child, and not about himself only.
Anyway. I am not tender with him. I will never be. I will never trust him anymore. Maybe it sounds harsh but I know him. And I know he is no good for his son. Never will be, except maybe if he realize one day (I doubt it!) the mess he’d done and take responsability for it.
I gave enough of my joy, faith, love, enough of my time, money, spirit for this guy.

I remember being angry in the past towards people who could not understand and kept telling me to be more gentle and accept that people may change.
But who can really understand this feeling of opression and being manipulated with each word said or written?
I am the one with the experience, the one with the remains of the past, the one who struggled and rebuilt my life day after day. I am the one with the knowledge of what I can give and what can’t be given – a second chance.

So I let people have their ideas on the subject. Mine is not to be challenged!

In the process of change

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One day at a time…

Changes are made of dust that we ought to let go
Dust can be everywhere
All the little things we thought we had swept away long ago
Still there
Still waiting
Like memories attached
Not wanting to be put in the first garbage can

Changes are full of excitment et fears
We only know what we wish to leave behind
And we know nothing of what’s ahead of us
We hope for the best
We hope
Sometimes it’s enough
Sometimes we go back to old habits and even lies
Just cause it feels safe in a way

Changes are processes
Nothing will happen overnight
Like a good tea
They need to brew enough
So we can make the move

One day at a time…

A new road…

It struck me recently. This life, building undergrounds, searching to get out and breath. And yet building more, as if walking without something between me and the sky, between me and the bright light, was too fearful.

So I kept finding ways to escape. I kept running out of energy in search of something I would not even dare to catch.

It sounds a bit crazy. And yet it makes complete sense when I think about it, when I take a glimpse at what I grew up with…

The idea that life and struggle come together. So if I am at peace, I may die. And I don’t want to die. So I stay in darkness, I stay in this place where I need to fight and fight back to stay alive. Every battle is a blessing, a chance given to me to live. One more day.

I don’t want to build any more tunnels, I wish to walk a new road…

Mister Pop!

Your smile
Like millions of stars brushing the sky
Our special bond
Between silver, teal and gold

Days without
With pain and anger

And days spent looking at the light blue sky
Talking to angels
Reading stories that never end

Rejoicing in saying “thank you”
Even for the unknown

Only one truth
Your birth and mine
Same heartbeat
Inside

Let’s be alive!

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It’s time.
To move away from the chaos of the non-stop flow of informations. Too many words and images all around. And less time to be in the moment.
Some things can wait.
Some can’t.
And we tend to focus on the wrong ones, missing the greatness of life as we go on.

It’s time.
To trust the process.
To know others can help, guide, but that the answers are within ourselves.
Understanding is not enough, the past is long gone and now is building tomorrow, if only we are ready to take charge.

It’s time.
To reconnect with the true flavor of life.
To recognize our value. Not in comparison with others. We are all different with our own story.
Nobody can write ours, except us.

It’s time.
To be.
To smile at the clouds dancing in the sky.
To dream big and act great.