FEARLESS by Ayala Zarfjian

“Fearless” is about my journey…

It’s a poem about the mistakes I made, the shame I carried. I was in a complicated relationship and when it became abusive I did not leave thinking that I can help the other person. I finally left but not before losing my dignity. I had to get over a divorce, losing both my parents in a period of fifteen months and reinventing myself.

Fearless

by Ayala Zarfjian

Our bodies

carry our biographies

she says.

Her voice gentle and soothing

as she instructs us into

a yoga pose.

The walls are green

a mix of

jade and avocado.

Our bodies remember

where we have been

and who we are.

They hold the scars and shame.

I breathe

and remember the collisions

of my soul.

Does my body remember

when I’ve been beaten,

even though my scars have faded.

Does it remember despair and hunger

in my darkest moments.

I was a fearless young girl

that followed her heart.

I have traveled the road

of humiliation and determination,

highs and lows.

My body remembers

the joy of the birth of my children,

holding them for the first time

as my soul lifted.

The sorrow of my parents dying,

the conflicts of religion

and spirituality.

The hopscotch between

two continents

that were once both home to me.

How I felt anxiety and loneliness

until I built a new world.

My soul rises,

it’s always known where I belong

and how I feel.

I always knew,

never needed to search

for my identity.

I am complicated,

a contradiction

a survivor.

I have always followed

my heart.

My words have guided me,

lifted me,

gave me a voice.

I wish to leave the words behind

not half-truths

but honest confessions.

I want to wear my shame

as well as I wear my triumphs.

My love will linger in my

boys hearts and

on my lovers lips.

My love is what defines me.

Ayala Zarfjian: I write a poetry blog called, A Sun Kissed Life, which you may visit here. As long as I can remember I have loved writing and questioning our journey in the universe. I am a mother of two boys, one I raised mostly as a single parent and the other I raised with my current husband. My older son is an emergency room physician and my younger one is in high school. I am a jewelry designer and I own a jewelry store. I interact with a lot of different people on a regular basis and I love to listen to their stories. You may connect with me on Facebook if you wish.

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