Writing by KayleeThreads There are whispers within me; a voice from my past My past that I have not lived. There are marks inside of me that are there from another Another who I did not know They remain in me so deep and unseen and unheard but are they? They rise up, ramp up, turn from whispers to murmurs to screams that deafen And I cannot or will not hear them. They move. I move. They follow. I tune in towards them. Wondering. What do you say? |
Within Her
To the girl who is in her head; To the girl who thinks someone else knows better; To the girl who hunches her shoulders, who plays small; TO the girl who places all others’ needs and dreams before her own; TO the girl who questions her every desire, her every move before she commits; TO the girl who’s internal conversation is at odds with her inner pull…. Pause. Breathe. Ribs…the sides of your ribs. Inhale. Expanding outward. Pull in fresh energy turning you inward. Exhale. See the pressure flow from your chest, down your arm, to your wrist and launch off your finger tips. Inhale. Lengthen your spine. Rise up. Listen to her. She is wise, the one who resides within; the wise woman who will listen to her truth for healing. It happens here. Within her. |