Softening
into that space
the moment
carves out for you—
it seems easy.
It should be easy,
but its not.
The pressures of culture,
gender,
race,
work,
family,
friends,
we call our tribe…
Those pressures,
call them:
expectations.
eat up
the space.
They devour it
like hungry ghosts;
they mask
the authentic Self.
It takes work
to uncover it—
that self
we once
so naturally
expressed.
The work
is worthwhile.
The work
needs to be done,
not just by you,
or me,
but by us all.
When we start to do it—
when we start to carve
out
that space,
we begin to
grieve.
The whole world
grieving.
The unconscious face
that connects us all,
full of tears.
Until we can acknowledge
the tears,
we cannot be it—
that space.
In the tears
there lies the softening—
the raw, wild, and real
vulnerability.
We must own it—
the masks
and the shame;
the fear
and the insecurity.
When we own it,
we become full
of our Self
once again.
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Relephant:
Space will Save us All. {Poem}
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Author: Sarah Theresa
Image: Author’s own
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Copy editor: Nicole Cameron
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