WHEN YOU THINK by Ulli Stanway

I wrote this after my miscarriage...

I am not sure at what time since time and space became a big blur during those endlessly sad days. On the morning when this piece was born I had dragged myself out of bed and sat in the sun in our garden.

When You Think

by Ulli Stanway

When you think you won’t make it 

You can’t get through all of this pain

 When you have reached your inner darkness 

When you think you want to sleep forever 

When you are sure that you are so alone, so very alone 

When you look up and the sky is clouded 

When you feel this deep hurt, more than words could ever say

 When you are in the winter of life

You look up and you slowly open your tired eyes 

You see the first ray of sun 

You notice that the plants that have recently died are now growing again 

You notice a little blossom – maybe purple 

You start to see beauty 

You will see a bird flying in the sky, effortless and joyous 

You open up 

You decide that you see beauty 

In everything and everyone 

You meet today 

You notice that roses grow  all around you

The sun comes out 

A flock of white birds flies over you 

The sky open up 

You notice the ever changing seasons 

 You notice the flow of the water whilst the sunlight covers it in diamonds 

You pick up a shell from an empty sandy beach

 You hear and you feel

 You smell and you sense

It is all here for you – for you and your healing 

One thought at the time 

One beautiful moment at the time 

There is no rush, you have so much time

 And slowly, ever so slowly you begin to awaken

Leaving your pain and grief behind

 Be gentle with yourself and your tender heart

 When you think you won’t make it 

Life calls you back with gentle subtleness 

When you think you won’t make it 

Open your eyes; the world is waiting for you 

Your love is needed 

It is time to heal 

And time to let go

 Life is yours 

Bath in its splendor and beauty

 Life is here – for you

Always

Ulli Stanway: "I am a 41 year old rising poetess/writer/day dreamer and life lover. I live in Melbourne Australia with my beautiful husband. I love nature and I am a confessing tree hugger. I am working on my dream website called “Desire your own happiness”, which I hope will inspire other kindred souls to follow their own dreams and skip down a path they truly enjoy. I believe in becoming your authentic self, become who you are with all your quirkiness, weirdness and amazing talents. We don’t need to have countless copies of the same story being told. Be you, all that you are and that is perfectly enough. And you are so very needed. My mantra is taking your shoes off and run barefoot, in the rain whenever possible. Embrace everything you are. Here and now."

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