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SHE by Ilda Dashi

I titled this poem "she" as a reference to my own self, to the woman that dwells in me: that innermost part of me that remains often hidden from the world…

This is a poem that came to "life" few weeks ago and it is a deep expression of a tumultuous time I was going through, and still am. It is that point in life many of us reach (once or many times in a lifetime) in which we don't know who we are anymore. Yet inside something is very much ALIVE and wants to be expressed and sail into the river of life with all its mysteries, agonies and joys.

This is a poem dedicated to that inner Me that at times get confused about her soul, and her life and that questions everything! Then after the questioning process she comes out with a more solid knowledge of who she is or might be next.

She
by Ilda Dashi

She is afraid,
scared of what her inner treasures might contain:
gems and diamonds
or demons traveling on a train.

She is terrified,
of what her Self is made of:
many of her parts are unknown guests,
she never invited home.

She longs to be free,
yet there are parts that need healing inside:
embraced, danced with,
and taken on the surface of the inner sea.

She can’t see the light yet,
memories are her own shelter,
while something inside her own being,
is screaming to surface, to reign for the better.
Photography by Jane Long


Ilda Dashi is a seeker of truth in life. She had been accumulating things that she feels really matter in life, in her life, until she realized that nothing is of greater importance that finding her own Self, and her own path, in other words her own SOUL. Today, Ida continues to seek new ways of dealing with her own struggles and understand her own unique path and her own uniqueness which sometimes scares her...but she can't follow any other path other than the path her Soul is calling her to follow. Ida is a lover of nature and silence. She loves to be still and meditate because in those moments she tastes glimpses of her own truth above the veil of dust filled with conditioning and ignorance from the past. She is a dreamer and she likes to reach the stars. Visit her blog, her Youtube channel, or connect on Facebook.

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