I’m focusing on speaking my truth, my truth
No matter how difficult it is
Empowering to speak one’s truth, one’s truth
Combats potential emotional haze
Heals dysfunctions formed in childhood
Repercussions rarely minimal
When speaking your truth left you undone
Better being diplomatic
Quiet, calm, and non-reactive
The youngest sibling unseen under the sun
Loved but rarely listened to
I was so sensitive, offering nothing new
Born a decade behind
Craving to be older
Baring opinions brave and bolder
I assumed being an adult would be sublime
But now all the work is here
To heal latent emotions and help me steer
Away from a physical challenge I somehow created over time
I’m on a spiritual investigation
A detective for my own salvation
Forensic Healing is helping to unravel this rhyme
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TJ
Suzie, I had four older brothers :) Same thing!
Blessings,
Christine
Love and GOD BLESS YOU.
Tony
Best and most tragic line in the poem. A poem which had a wealth of inner depth to give us. I applaud you your discovery of yourself.I wrote posted a poem this morning pretty much on that subject called "At the Summit of the Mountain." So good luck with your own mountain to climb, Susie.