A WAYWARD PERCEPTION by Susanna Sevander

My poem is a reflection of myself…

Firstly, growing up facing self esteem and self worth issues and believing that I was never good enough, I was desperately yearning to feel loved and wanted, unbeknown that it was only my thoughts that needed changing, not me or my life.

Secondly, believing that true love would make me, and my life, blissfully happy and complete - and finally, unwittingly discovering the most amazing insight, wisdom and wonderful Universal truths, only after I began questioning everything I ever thought I knew and believed about me, and life.

Photography by Tom Kummer

A Wayward Perception

by Susanna Sevander

Lonely, desperate and hollow

Lost, in a mindless illusion,

Hopeless, helpless and faithless

In a world, of her own creation.

Lifeless, powerless, emptiness

A distorted, wayward perception.

Lonely, desperate and hollow

Searching, for love and affection,

Hopeful, willful and faithful

Of her world now being perfection.

Living with courage in wholeness

A distorted, wayward perception.

Lonely, desperate and hollow

Found herself, through lies never questioned,

Joyful, blissful and peaceful

In our world of Universal connection.

Alive, in the Divinity of Oneness

An Enlightened, wayward perception.

Susanna Sevander I am an Australian, 42 year-old foster-caregiver of 13 years, and I am blessed to have one long-term permanent foster son aged 10 whom I've had since age 3. I have had 27 children come and go in those years with no biological children. You may connect with me on Facebook here.

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