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YOUR SOUL HOLDS THE FLAME by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

(Editors note: It is National Suicide Prevention Week. The poems we feature this week are meant to contribute to raising awareness toward this cause. All are welcome to participate)

Six years ago I touched the edge of wanting to live my last breath...

My mind cradled the thought of suicide. The depression was so deep, it felt like I was drowning in unforgivable sorrow and I literally wanted it to end. It was when I was still trying to heal my marriage of 20 years and knowing the sinking and horrible feeling that my husband did not love me any more and wanted to be with someone else. 

Though the pain was relentless, I was fortunate enough to have family and friends see it. I had to make a choice, and I chose life. I decided to take a soul quest to the red woods, a quest to find my passion for living and it came back to me. 

If there is one thing I could share with you that you must know, the light of love is always with you, your soul holds the flame to light that can illuminate even the darkest times in your life. All you have to do is fold into your soul and receive it. You are more than a dim dying star, you are the source of your eternal glow.  

Your Soul Holds the Flame
by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

all that has bruised you,
can not contain you-
your soul holds the flame,
its fire stands brighter-
against the raging winds,
of life.
light that reaches to touch,
your life around you-
passion not held back,
by one moment that passes-
and tries to blow it out,
from inside you.
your brilliance is forever,
past your own-
physical living,
it shines in the-
universe of dreams,
constellations of beings-
that mingles with your truth.
the light that moves,
through the stories-
of you,
melts them all away-
from who you truly are.
reaching past the dawn,
of your night-
no darkness can,
restrain you,
for you are more-
than a dim dying star,
you are the source-
of your eternal glow,
moving through-
like a sun of,
a new morning.



Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg is an author and a prolific poetess. She is guided by her inner soul’s journey and her empathic musings about life. Maureen’s draws from her human experiences, bringing reflective, soulful thoughts of the heart and the shifts in life’s journey to her poetry. Her most recent work includes her own Facebook page called Heart’s Calling where she currently reaches almost 3,000 regular readers. She also has her own website here. She currently hosts a monthly  sacred creative writing circle for women using writing prompts as a means of inner releasing. Maureen has 3 adult children and currently lives in Oak Park, Illinois. She has recently published her first debut poetry book called Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life which can be purchased here. 



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