Journey of the Heart

There’s a voice in the darkness… And it’s mine... This poem came out of darkness - the creeping realisation that I’m once again stranded in the cold gloom with all the old doubts and anxieties and the feeling that my voice, if it exists at all, is a weak and puny voice that has very little of value to say… Yet, as I listened, the voice grew stronger and I started to pay attention to it - to my voice, opening like flowers and becoming powerful. A creative voice - a whole symphony of voices -  giving birth to wonder and beauty and, finally, to Me, Myself, again. The darkness ebbs and flows and sometimes, when it comes rushing in,  it’s like the first time, all over again and I have to relearn lessons I thought I’d got the hang of years ago. The difference is that each time, the voice that teaches me becomes more familiar and I know, increasingly, that I can trust it. I will listen and I will hear: My own voice, banishing the dark. Listen by Ruth Calder Mur...

Honor your heart… I wrote this because I believe there’s immense relief and strength in honoring what your heart is saying by speaking it. It ultimately will set you free. Strength In Being Seen I see you standing there with a mouthful of poetry yet a head full of doubt. You are sharp yet softening while needing to be split open and poured out. So let go. All the things you now carry all weights that pull you down all the beauty you'd forgotten any flame burned out. Tell me what awaits just beyond the edge of your ache. There's relief in the speaking. And there's strength in being seen. Victoria Erickson  is a grounded idealist who's been writing the world awake since she was a child, as she was born starry eyed, and eating poetry. Based in Austin TX, she splits her time between writing for herself and others, taking on voices for businesses and blogs, leading creative writing workshops on and offline, and sharin...