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HER HEART'S ODYSSEY by Isabelle Andres

Life can be quite challenging at times…

The past year has possibly been the most challenging to date for me, one that has forced me to face some of my deepest wounds. Yet at the same time, I have also found some strength I never thought I had. I have found in me a wounded resilient heart exuberantly mad to live.

I have now made my journey to honor my wounded heart. I have now made my journey to help it heal; to help it be proud of all its scars, past, present and to come.

Her Heart’s Odyssey
by Isabelle Andres

Behind her smile hides an ocean of tears.
At its darkest depth hides an incandescent spark:
That of a resilient heart mad to live.

Some she meets will be blind to it.
For seeing it is also seeing her own suffering,
And not all she meets are prepared to see her wounded story.

Some she meets will be blinded by it,
For seeing it is also seeing their own suffering,
And not all she meets are ready to face their wounded stories.

Some she meets will see it right away!
For seeing it is also seeing theirs,
For her heart odyssey is also theirs.

But that light will forever be in her.
Even if at times she forgets to see it,
It is that light that fires her heart,
It is that light that keeps her alive,
It is that light that keeps her so drunk on life.

Isabelle Andres: A few years ago, I decided to embark on a new journey, a rather personal one, one of self-discovery and so I began to let go of all I once was to become all I am and will be. Along the way, I have discovered myself a passion for photography, writing, reading and dancing amongst many other things. I find my inspiration in Nature and contemporary art and I love to explore the creative and spiritual spheres. From introspective journaling I somehow began to venture in the land of poetry. My first poem came to me whilst I was absorbed as I often am in a moment of Nature contemplation. Recently I have begun to venture in the land of fictional writing and I now secretly dream that one day I will be the proud author of a novel. I can be found on my website Belle Pan’s Maze and on my writer’s page on Facebook.

~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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  1. UnknownDecember 14, 2015 at 1:59 PM

    Beautiful poem. That light is forever yours and it shines beneath, between, around and inside each word. Thank you.

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