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UNFOLD MYSELF by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

I wrote this poem during an unearthing of a friendship of mine…

My heart, my body and mind wanted to shut down.  Even when I would try to hold the ordinary moments, it became difficult for me as this ache consumed me. These words flowed out from me after a morning meditation, exposing my vulnerability.

I don’t believe I am the only one that feels that there are times when staying in bed is more inviting than rising.  But then the gentle whisper of my soul spoke to me to rise, press my feet to the floor, my eyes to sky and feel my breath reach my day.

Unfold Myself
by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

Unfold myself,
welcome the ordinary moments-
the holding of life as is,
the way it seems to be-
without hiding it,
or covering it with-
words that try to,
give it reason for being-
making rights or wrongs to it,
catching only glimpses-
of my reality,
as if peering through-
a key hole,
and then willing to open,
the door open wide-
to embrace its fullness.
with all its messes,
and the wonderings-
and the holding onto-
something so tight,
it becomes a part of the fabric-
covering who you are,
let it fall to the ground-
naked to your vulnerable self,
allowing compassion-
in that moment,
when it feels like the-
best thing to do is to,
is stay in bed-
press feet to the floor,
eyes to the sky-
feel your breath,
reach your day-
in every single ordinary,
and extraordinary way.
(For more of Maureen's poems see her new book 
Seasons of the Soul, available here

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg: About 3 years ago, I was awakened from my slumber, though it was a devastating breaking point in my life, I was reunited to a true relationship with my spiritual self and my gift through poetry. It is my intention to reach others by sharing my story through poetry and touching theirs. I am the Page owner of Heart’s Calling. I am also the Visionary Poet for the Facebook Magazine "Women as Visionaries with Lore Raymond" here. I recite spoken word at different venues and also host a monthly Creative Writing Circle using the space for women to bring out their inner release through written word. I am currently working on publishing a book of my poetry. I can be contacted through my Heart’s Calling Facebook page here.

~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!~ 


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