Tag: soul

When she dances

When she dances, she connects to something raw and real

To something so primal that she has long time feared.

It moves through her, and it feels like she loses all control

But she knows that it guides her slowly back to her soul.

When she dances, the world is still, and everything disappears

But she moves to the rhythm of her heart and feels free.

The darkness holds her gently, allowing her to be

Her soul gives up the hiding and comes out to gently heal.

When she dances, it looks like she’s alone in the world

But she feels connected to everything that was here before.

The past and the future dissolve from her mind.

And all that is left is this magic moment in time.

When she dances, the sounds and the words call out her name

She replies with a move that brings out a smile on her face.

With every gesture and sway, she shows her true self

Surprising even herself by the things her body conceals.

When she dances, she feels joy and a sense of being whole

She feels parts of herself through music as they’re exposed.

No words are said, and it’s only the moves that reveal

That their union holds such tenderness and love that is real.

When she dances, she knows all good things must come to an end

So, she opens her eyes and brings everything to a stand.

She smiles to herself and, despite feeling scared,

She’s grateful for being here now and for being herself.


Who am I truly underneath, I do not know,

Dare I see the real me and love it all?

Letting go of familiar roles is not easy,

They are comfortable and have their rewards.

At times, my body feels like a stranger,

One I cannot still forgive,

It carries the unseen stains and grit,

That my history conceals.

It’s cold and dark inside my mind,

But light does reach in often.

It shows the parts I had to hide,

And hurts so much to notice.

My sneaky heart that dreams and hides,

Is telling me to listen,

But it wants what it cannot have,

It likes to keep its distance.

My tired soul cries out for freedom,

To be released from the accepted and the static.

It wants to bloom just like a flower but in winter,

Not in the spring or summer as expected.

Dare I see the real me and love it all?

Who am I truly underneath, I do not know,

All that I know is I won’t sleep,

Until my body, mind, heart and soul are all free.


Open your eyes, and see who doesn’t see you,

The ones who think they do but don’t.

Don’t try to fit into their fantasy of love it’s tiring,

My dear, must you betray your soul?

The parts that feel unloved and sad,

Deserve to be acknowledged.

They might feel ugly and ashamed,

But carry hidden treasures.

Be true to you, and love yourself,

That is the thing that matters.

Then one day you’ll find the one,

Who’ll love you even shattered.

So, peel away your soothing layers,

Even if you feel afraid.

When all that’s left of you, is realness,

The one you seek will sure be there.


There’s a bird knocking on my window.

“Come on, come out” she said to me,

You’ve been in for too long, you’re feeling blue.

Your mind is restless, and so are you.

Your thoughts cut like a sword

But you don’t have a clue.

These walls can give you shelter,

But not from the real you.

Your soul is tired and wants to fly,

Come see the magic that surrounds you.”

It’s raining and it’s muddy, but nature’s always joyful.

The birdsongs concert soothes and heals,

All hearts that want to listen.

A squirrel enjoys her dug-up meals

While watching me intently.

Green tiny buds pop from the ground,

I’m careful not to squash them.

I see pure joy of puddles on tiny human faces

It shows me fun is just a mindset.

The rain and wind caress my face,

And make me feel alive.

I wonder how someone can sleep

And not see nature thrive.

There was a bird knocking on my window.

Thank you, dear friend,

I feel I’m me again.