I am switching things up a little this week. I recently, had a bodily experience of expressing anger (in a healthy way) and afterwards I was prompted me to creatively express it through this poem:
Dare to Feel . . . Just Because
You don’t realize you are carrying it
Until it begins to eat you up from the inside
Despite all the signs
You will deny
It grows in you until it bursts
For some the bursts extend outside of them
catching others off guard
For others it bursts inside of them
seeping out and spreading all around all unaware
nothing to catch off guard
Until it builds up and your tolerance weakens
The way it maneuvers through you is what you cannot stand
Yet still you deny its power
The squashing of the energy
Comes from the influence of fear
The same fear that kicked things off in the first place
You have no voice
You have no say
Someone above you gets the voice and gets the say
You are too little to speak
You are too little to object
Big hands and big feet
Are no match for little hands and little feet
Though you want to run your legs are much shorter than his
So you clamp down and stuff it in
You hold on and clench
You wipe it from your memory
so you can somewhat breathe when he is around
You learn to hate the parts of you that wanted to be there
Be in the fear part
Be in the anger part
Be in the energy part
You wake up having gotten your own set of big hands and big feet
only to realize the little hands and little feet are frozen still
So you learn to breathe
You learn to move
You learn to think
and you dare to feel
Even the anger
Even the hate
Even the rage
Even the fear
You become accustomed to the pangs of fear
that grip you like a movie being replayed through your cells
You learn to discern the signs which initiate the clenching
You breathe and hold yourself
Like the one with little hands and little feet needed to be held
You rock her and rub her shoulders
You tell her you are sorry
You tell her she is safe
You keep telling her until she breathes
You keep telling her until she is willing to feel
To feel the anger
To feel the hate
To feel the rage
To feel the fear
So it is no longer trapped inside your big hands and big feet
It is like fighting to dare to desire another breath
It is a battle for your soul and for the liveliness that you squashed so long ago
It comes from a hope that there will come a time
when the first instinct will be
To breathe instead of clench
To sing instead of cry
To stand tall instead of shrink
To dance instead of freeze
To speak instead of be silent
To feel safe instead of scared
To allow desire instead of fear it
No one wants to hear
No, he does not want to hear
But he is no longer here
and I do want to hear
all of it
I want to free me of it
Slowly,
every cell that was tainted by the fear
comes to know it is no longer our reality
Our heart spreads the message
What is real is being here
with our little hands and little feet
Walking together in the victory of having changed our reality
The reality where all of who we are is sacred and treasured
Valued and safe
Cherished and beloved
Just because
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