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Sometimes poems burst out when we are in our darkest hour…

This is one such poem for me as it reveals my core wounding. It has taken a lot of courage for me to share it, for it emerged from my most vulnerable place.

This poem is a peek into my journey: one of drawing lessons from heartache, learning to appreciate my scars and find self-love amidst the madness. I can't really say much more than that. Instead, I think I’ll let the poem speak for itself.

Having No Family
by Gwen Potts

Having no family
Shatters my heart
Being alone with my sadness
So many deep scars

When the longest known person
In my life thus far
Is my dental surgeon
The most stable by far

I long for family
Seems to never come
Always reaching out 
For the truest of love

In my childhood dream
 Around a large wooden table
There are smiling faces
Family and friends
All enjoying each other’s
Company and delight

Sadly it isn't my story
I have no family 
Mine only brought me
Trauma and pain 
You see?

Hopelessly recreating
Same worn out dramas
Needing love too much
Finding only trauma

Cycles of patterns
Played out again and again
With different leading actors
On the majestic stage 
Of this life

The hopeless victim
Must now walk directly through
The most tragic story
But .... with eyes open this time
Consciously walking, feeling, thinking
Observing impulses
Really watching the movie
As if for the first time

Mercury revisiting
Worn out patterns
A necessary reliving
Even though incredibly hard
Reveals my core wounding
Buried deep in my heart

There is a little girl 
Only needing love
Nurtured deeply
Instead of brutally mugged
So many blurry boundaries
Grey, murky nights
Within my consciousness
Like stormy clouds
On this cold winter night

The universe feels 
So harsh sometimes
The toughest of love 
Giving the gift of keen sight

Working at such deep levels
Taking all of my courage 
To fight for my life
Don't give up and collapse
Learning ...
I'm worth more than that

One day it may happen
When the time is just right
I may manifest 'family'
When it's no longer a 'need'
In my cold winter night

I understand the lesson
Clearer each day
See the magic around me
Marvel at the wisdom 
Even find a little delight!

I do know one thing 
Out of all that is unsure
Beating in my chest
Is a heart so rare and pure
Born from the heartache
A life lesson at best

I'm learning to love my madness
To appreciate these scars
For they lead me onto
A path of healing light

And with each footstep
There grows the potential
To restore the faith 
Healing a lifetimes burden
Finally self sufficient 

With the purest ..
Self Love!

Gwen Potts: I live in the UK. I love to read all sort of spiritual articles, poetry and especially anything written from the heart. Poetry has always been a vehicle of expression for me, so they are always written about things I am currently working through.  If you resonate and would like to follow my Facebook page and my Soul Harmonic blog here, please do! It's most encouraging when people read and comment on the poems! I hope they will touch many people and let them know they are not alone in the depth of their feelings, as others are experiencing the same, somewhere out there. You may contact me through my 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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