LABOR PAINS: a poem about suppressed creativity 🥀
Alone in the hot dark of a bathhouse
Hot water to cold plunge hold me tight
The body I dwell in writhes around
The furnace of my duality
"What the heck is manifesting?! Feels more like 'many-festering'!!" 😤
When I am strong enough
Because I've exercised consistently
I can weep all the way into exhaustion
Exhaustion...exhaustion
Will reduce my resistance
To feeling
Will extinguish my ability
To tense up
Will facilitate the separation
Taking place
Taking part of me
Away from me
"I want my........"
No, I don't want.....
"Do I?"
I am totally vulnerable
I am alone with a beast
I alone must surrender
"How do I surrender?! Teach me how!"
I no longer have excess energy
Just the truth is present here
A voice is all that remains
I hear it singing in my ears
To move the rest through
To move the REST through
Because songs will sing themselves
And remind me the truth is what I fear
Trapping truth inside my body
Until the very act of loving my self
Strengthening my body with love
"I mean geez, all I did was some yoga!"
Strengthening my body with love
Releases the pressure of my soul
Reveals the explosion of creativity
These pains of giving birth
The agony of withholding, my death
Afterwards, my body is lighter
Afterwards, my spirit is brighter
And, I have five new songs
Five beautiful and healthy songs
Ready to be raised
Into full grown flowers
I create beauty
I am beauty
I am an artist
I am learning how to authentically art
How to safely art
Exposing my heart
My mortal heart
I'm strengthening my body
So I can create a lot of art
I'm learning the artist's way
Learning to trust the beast
When it kicks inside my belly
🌹
Big hugs and love all-ways, Sarahmony
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