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TRAPPED by Freya Watson


For a long period of my life I worked in busy office environment...

I was  tied up in a world that didn't see beyond the factual and the material.  At first it was fun, then it was a necessity, and then it became a burden I had to shed.  

But before I let it go completely I tried to make peace with it, looking for evidence of the beauty that I felt must surely exist in every part of existence. 

 Although there was much about it to appreciate and feel grateful for, there were still days when it felt as if I was slowly dying...

Trapped

These feet that should be dancing,
Stuck in heels.
These hands that should be clapping,
Typing keys.
This face that should be
Lost in ecstasy
Gazing at the divine
Is frowning at a machine.
There is beauty in all you create,
My Beloved,
But how do I find it here?

~




Freya Watson: Author, lover, mother, mystic... I have feet in so many worlds but see all of them as sacred and I have long had a fascination with plumbing the depths of love, life and relationships – and with seeing women live from a place of true inner empowerment. My books are on Amazon and I'm a regular contributor on Elephant Journal. I live and write in the peace of the Irish countryside, where I share space and time with three energetic daughters and my partner, though I consider myself a citizen of the world.





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