There is something inside
That we hide
Something we don’t want others to see
We don’t want to know
It could burn our eyes
It could destroy the image we have
There is a part of darkness
A stream of shadows
Hanging around
There is unfolded nightmares
Anger and violence
Jealousy and pain
Until we are ready to face
Our dark side
With an open heart
We’ll never know the truth of who we are
Trying to fit in boxes
So it could save her
Matching standards
Didn’t do the trick
Finding the way back
To something inside
Silenced for too long
And letting go of Guilt
Dark stone on the path to self-realization
Between security and chaos
I stand
Still at times
Like a tightrope walker
Unaware of the empty space
Under my feet
Confident in my skills
Wearing joy and serenity like a second skin
Lost at times
Like a defensless warrior
Emotions taking me down
Making me vulnerable
Full of insecurities
Feeling trapped in my own body
This is me
In between
Looking for more freedom
And then despising it
Looking for solitude
And then wishing to get close to someone
Aiming for more independance
And then feeling like I am missing something
Me and my
Discrepancies
Knowing who I am
Losing me again
Finding my balance
Searching for it again
At peace within myself
Wishing to be different
When nothing makes sense
Anymore
Learning
Day after day
To welcome all of me
Strenghs and weaknesses
Falls and victories
Deep emotions
Wish to feel no more
Learning to love me
Each day
Making this my priority
We got one month, but let’s do it now!
First of all, thank you for your support and your words. Reading you feels so good in happy times and harsh ones too. We all know these fleeting moments of pure joy or complete despair. Knowing that we are never alone is such a special treat. Together we are stronger, always.
Time to wish you a beautiful, bright, joyful year 2020. I don’t know why but I love this number, all round and sweet. It gives me the sensation that the year is going to be positive and full of awesomness.
May 2020 keeps you and your loved ones in good health so you can enjoy every single moment. May it gives you projects to bring to life, dreams to dwell on, words to live by.
May it be a year of sharing good times and meeting new people, of travels and discoveries, of time doing the things you love, of finding your balance, your peace, of getting closer to who you are, of letting go when you can, of loving yourself – pure and unconditionnal love.
I wish you the best and even more!
I am learning. The ups and downs. In search of my balance always. Every day, acknowledging what’s working and what’s not.
The need to get in touch with me and the failure of not being able to do so. Most of the time. Except maybe when silence is on play, when lights are down.
I am learning to accept it, this place of bruises, place of emptiness. Never being sure. Always doubting.
I left fear and I thought I would never feel this way again. And yet, it’s another kind of fear. One that needs care so I can defy it every single day.
I wanted to be strong. And yet I am not. Embracing it makes it less painful. I feel the urge to open my eyes, to let the words flow, to open the door so I can stand on the edge and stop hidding, stop saying ok when it’s not, stop behaving like all is under control, stop pretending.
Maybe this is my chance.
Of being human. And learning to let go, after all. Day by day. Layer by layer. Till I can look at myself in the mirror and only feel love. For who I am. Without control and conditions. Without wanting to be different.
Nobody will ever know you
More than you do
If you can stand still for a while
You’ll find inside
Buried under covers of
Protection, pains and scars
The truth of who you are
Let me breath
Let me be
Not the way you imagined me
Just the way I am
Messy at times
Unsure of what to say
And how to say it
Loud and insecure
Raising my voice against things
You think are not worth fighting for
Let me see the best in others
Even if you think it’s naive
Let me go my way
Even if not the way you’d take
Let me smile and cry
And say some days are too much
I can’t cope and that’s fine
Tomorrow will be better
I know it would be easier for you
If I could fit in boxes
If I could follow a road that many took before
Knowing where the footprints are
But it would mean being someone I am not
I did it for too long
I don’t want it anymore…
Gold dots covering the pathway
Angel’s drops of peace
Showing us the way
Towards a place within
Of everlasting love
[:fr]
She is wearing heels
Not for the world to see
For her to remember
How wonderful she is!
[:en]
She is wearing heels
Not for the world to see
For her to remember
How wonderful she is!
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When Jennifer told me she would be in Paris and would love to meet, the first thought that crossed my mind is « I can’t do this ». It’s not that I did not want to see her or anything lik thise, it’s just that the first words that came through my mind were “not good enough”.
I hate these three words.
But they rush like blood into my veins every time I am facing a new situation, a situation that involves new people.
And then, something happened in my mind. I heard a voice saying “what – not good enough – you’re joking!”
I was not.
I mean we were talking about Jennifer Burden there – the founder & CEO of World Moms Network, the woman with ideas, passion, who got involved with the UN Foundation and even got to meet the UN Secretary General, Ban ki-Moon.
I was so scared.
And then I answered “Fabulous, I can’t wait to meet you”, thinking that I still had 3 weeks to get ready.
Crazy!
And then I realized there was nothing to fear. I realized all this “not good enough” bullshit was not about me. It was about all the assholes I met before. I make the choice to stop this voice in my head.
So we met.
And I can say that we had a fabulous time. Meeting Jennifer was like meeting an old friend. We had so much to share about our lives, doubts, dreams. We enjoyed this special moment. It was a special treat to me. I met an open-minded and delicious woman. She was not one to fear or be afraid of. We were just two women happy to connect.
A week later, it was Purnima’s – senior editor at WMN – turn to be in Paris with her family. The bad voice did not come back. I would have told her “shut up” anyway. And again we shared a nice moment all together. It was even hard letting her and her family go.
I am so grateful to have met these wonderful ladies and to have overcome my fears. They both taught me an invaluable lesson:
