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SHE WILL BE LOVED by BethAnne Kapansky Wright

This poem was inspired by the soul wisdom gained from the latest Mercury retrograde cycle, whose energy helped me reconnect to my deep need to be seen and beheld through a multidimensional lens and move away from relationships that leave me feeling flat and fixed. This reconnection is a need that each of us as soulful, sensitive women have. A need that beckons us to honor it, so we can keep growing and becoming our higher expression. A need that I believe begins to heal and be filled, when we turn our gaze inward and do the sacred inner work of bearing full witness to ourselves. (This poem was also inspired by the song "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5). 


She Will Be Loved

 

And she will be loved--

Not in half cups or half flux

or measured half notes.

But in euphonic, tectonic

compositions of soul.

 

And she will be loved--

Not in droplets or puddles

or small streams of self.

But in vast depths of 

oceans that mirror 

her full self.

 

And she will be loved--

Not in beige foams

or taupe tones

or custard palettes of cream.

But neon sprinkle dipped cones

and rainbow painted dreams.

 

And she will be loved--

Not in quick sticks or tall tricks

or tiny twig sprigs of green.

But in trunkfuls,

and grove souls

and vast forests of trees.

 

And she will be loved—

For her fullness of being.

Her goodness of seeing.

Her wholeness of weaving.

Her heart-based believing. 

 

With equal accord,

and symphonic score

she will ask for no less

and respect her soul’s core.

 

With unrestrained aim that seeks freedom’s roar--

she will seek so much more.

And she will be loved.




BethAnne Kapansky Wright, PsyD is deeply passionate about inspiring authentic change in others. A Licensed Psychologist, Intuitive Healer and Award Winning Author, she blends the worlds of psychology, spirituality, mysticism, and universal wisdom to offer dynamic teaching on personal transformation. Through her live classes, events, and books, she empowers energetically sensitive souls to access and shine with their full potential. She is the author of the award-winning grief book, Lamentations of The Sea, and its sequels, as well as several books of poetry and a children’s book. A creative at heart, she is continually inspired by nature, color, dance, music, and all things mystical. Her life underwent profound change when she lost her brother in 2016, which became the catalyst for leaving her longtime home of Alaska and moving to the island of Kauai to live more intuitively, spiritually, and creatively. Learn more about her via her website,  Facebook or or on IG: here.

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