Identity crisis
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Hi Open and all.
In trying to work through some deep-seated stuff that I’ve been struggling to fully access, I felt to start writing a poem about it. I’ve never been in touch with my creative side (didn’t really know it was there) but this poured out of me. As I wrote, feelings and insights just kept coming, some of them on a deep soul level.
Identity crisis
Triggers abound to light the fires;
Of conscious awakening and karmic ties.
Melting the ego and tending the rays;
To unleash the soul and clear the haze.
But the healer resides deep down inside;
It seeks to remain; the soul it hides.
The need to control, to advise, to scorn;
An identity of lifetimes, forever a thorn.
A desperate plea from a fragment of soul;
“Release this burden and make me whole”.
But how to tap in to the darkness abound;
As it clings to existence, no longer silent in sound.
Reflections show the healer, the saviour of all;
Come to remove pain, no need to feel it, y’all.
I’ll take it away and hold it tight;
No need to deal with it, I’ll make it all right.
But in return I need something special;
Your undying devotion, and not a bit of it subtle.
Entitlement, oppression, an addiction to power;
Using those ‘talents’ to make others cower.
But a shaft of light in the dark appears;
A reason for being, a purpose it seems.
Fall back and let go the little voice said;
Getting louder and louder every day in my head.
The battle lines drawn, as the war rages on;
The healer identity with nowhere to run.
A surge of emotion as knowing starts to dawn;
It can be released, broken down, gone.
But how to begin, the task monumental;
A sense of ensuring I’m not being judgmental.
With one step forward and two steps back;
It feels sometimes like I’m not on track.
But when darkness ensues and feels all encompassing;
Just sit in the dark, when it feels like you’re struggling.
And one day you’ll discover: it’s lifted, it’s gone;
A soul now unleashed, feeling free, and reborn.
🙏
I look forward to the end of the poem coming to fruition!
