Skip to main content

I'M NOT AFRAID by Jackie VanCampen

 I wrote this poem after having gone through an intense voyage within...

 It was a time when my soul was calling out to me to take that final dive into cleansing me of what no longer serves me, and a request for me to step into the dark energy that most are afraid of. It’s not the dark as in negative, but the dark from which one is rebirthed. It’s that fiery, passionate, feminine place of where the Goddess resides.

 I had to go through a period of deep confusion in order to begin to understand who I am, who I’m here to be, and who I’m here to serve. Once I let go and allowed myself to be gently guided, I was able to finally arise as the woman I truly am - unafraid.

I'm Not Afraid

I'm not afraid
To enter the darkness of my soul
I'm not afraid
Of my soul's desire for freedom
I'm not afraid
To explore the dark parts of myself
I'm not afraid
Of my passion
My desires
My fire
My womanhood
The Priestess Goddess within me

I'm not afraid
To lose myself
When I know that I'm going to find myself
I'm not afraid
To lose control
When I know that
Control is of the ego
I'm not afraid
Of my passion
My desires
My womanhood
The Feminine Warrior within me

I'm not afraid
Of my intensity
When I know that
It's my intensity that
Helps me be who I am - to the fullest
I'm not afraid
To step into my power
When I know that
Power is the vehicle that
Helps me to be who I am - to the fullest
I'm not afraid
Of my passion
My desires
My womanhood
The Gentle Queen within me

I'm not afraid
Of my dark womb
When I know that
It's my womb that
Nourishes and delivers me
I'm not afraid
To die
When I know that
Death is the portal to life
I'm not afraid
To open my heart
When I know that
My heart is the portal to love
I'm not afraid
Of my passion
My desires
My womanhood
The Compassionate Leader within me

I'm not afraid of
Exploring my desires
Discovering my passion
Honoring my womanhood
Bringing forth the light within me.
"Light of Dawn" by Ptolemy

Jackie VanCampen: I am a Wise Heart Writer, which means I write wisdoms of the heart. When I write I feel as if I’m connecting with the essence of who I am. That essence is named Kahlia. She helps me access my innermost feelings and give them expression. Letters to my Daughter: A Mother’s Journey of Healing and Transformation was one such book that was birthed by the Wise Heart Writer in me. And since then, I have birthed poems and other forms of writings that speak to the Divine Feminine Goddess in each woman who reads these Wise Heart writings. It’s my greatest passion to awaken women to their beauty, worth, and knowingness through the words that come from my heart. I have been on this journey for the last 16 years and have come to appreciate the ebb and flow of the heart and its expressions through the written word. I also host a radio program called The Writer's Divine Den on Positive Living Vibrations. You are welcome to visit mywebsite here, or connect with me on Facebook, or Twitter. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

IMAGINE A WOMAN by Patricia Lynn Reilly

  This poem invites you to look upon yourself with loving kindness… Gazing at your own true reflection, you will discover that everything you have longed for “out there” is already within you! I invite you to love your creativity fiercely. Faithfully plant seeds, allowing under-the-ground dormant seasons, nurturing your creative garden with love and gratitude. In the fullness of time, the green growing things thrust forth from the ground. It's a faithful, trustworthy process. AND it takes time and patience.  Blessed is the fruit of your creative womb! I invite you to trust your vision of the world and express it. With wonder and delight, paint a picture, create a dance, write a book, and make up a song. To give expression to your creative impulses is as natural as your breathing. Create in your own language, imagery, and movement. Follow no script. Do not be limited by the customary way things have been expressed. Your creative intuition is original. Gather

STILL I RISE by Maya Angelou

Six years ago, I had the privilege of listening to Maya Angelou speak live on the value of poetry at the University of Florida. I share these reflections with you again today, in honor of her birthday.  I was relieved to get one of the last seats available for this rare event, having arrived at five for Maya Angelou ’s free speech at eight. The historically long line began with people settled into beach chairs in winter coats busying themselves on tablets, or eating sandwiches for dinner. As helicopters hovered above and newscasters below, I felt the excitement of realizing that thousands of people were gathering together to hear an eighty four year old black woman recite her poetry! Maya Angelou speaking at University of Florida on Feb. 27, 2013  When the curtain rose -after an overflow of hundreds were sent away- we lucky ones on the inside greeted Maya with a standing ovation, as she smiled sweetly, beginning her talk using metaphors from nature. Maya asked that we

THE JOURNEY by Mary Oliver

Today we honor Mary Oliver (1936-2019) and all the words she left behind. May they inspire you on your journey!  Excerpt from Mary Oliver’s book Long Life: Essays and Other Writings : "Poets must read and study... but, also, they must learn to tilt and whisper, shout, or dance, each in his or her own way, or we might just as well copy the old books. But, no, that would never do, for always the new self swimming around in the old world feels itself uniquely verbal.  And that is just the point: how the world, moist and bountiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. 'Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?'" The Journey By Mary Oliver  One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice-- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug