Aly, thank you for sharing your lovely words with us, in poetic form. Your words rolled over me like unrelenting waves. There's a choppiness to the rhythm that evokes the repetitive/tiresome(?) nature of being polished/reborn. The last three lines undo me: "A tenacious surrender to the relentless waves. / I tenderly cradle my jagged edges. / Become the safe harbor that I crave."
So we'll written. Dealing with trauma and persuing growth and healing is a very hard and very necessary thing. Learning to cope and thrive comes with a benefit in the end, but the journey is a struggle (yet worthwhile).
Oh my, do I ever feel seen in this poem! I loved how you used waves for this. As a person with so much rumination and religious trauma and who grew up on the shores of Lake Michigan, I resonated with this whole piece. Thank you!
Aly, thank you for sharing your lovely words with us, in poetic form. Your words rolled over me like unrelenting waves. There's a choppiness to the rhythm that evokes the repetitive/tiresome(?) nature of being polished/reborn. The last three lines undo me: "A tenacious surrender to the relentless waves. / I tenderly cradle my jagged edges. / Become the safe harbor that I crave."
"I cling to a fantasy, stagnant, dormant.
Bristle at the call to be reborn."
So we'll written. Dealing with trauma and persuing growth and healing is a very hard and very necessary thing. Learning to cope and thrive comes with a benefit in the end, but the journey is a struggle (yet worthwhile).
Oh my, do I ever feel seen in this poem! I loved how you used waves for this. As a person with so much rumination and religious trauma and who grew up on the shores of Lake Michigan, I resonated with this whole piece. Thank you!
“I tenderly cradle my jagged edges.
Become the safe harbor that I crave.”
Going to be carrying these words with me into the new week!