It was not too long ago, when I was ill and couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed, it was this dread that greeted me in the morning. Stood by my bedside looking for the slightest stir to infuse my mood before I could fully awaken.
Nowadays, as I work with clients, I hear of many who share stories of the same dread. What have we created with and in our lives that has replaced the real estate in our lives meant for joy and passion? Sharing a poem that was inspired by the dread I used to wake up with and my amazing clients who are so committed to nurturing their Inner Light or as I call it …their Inner Bling!
Living Dread
This morning I awoke,
To a thousand voices wailing songs of despair
Filled with dread and doom
I am gasping for air
Familiar this feeling I have felt
All these years my company they have kept
Life equals darkness
I am alone and scared
The void has sucked me in
I am the living dead
Not noticed that I have been missing
Body here and soul lost
Walking in lands where joy does not dance
Where sweet birds do not sing
And the sun’s brightest rays cannot be seen
Eyes so blind
Choosing darkness over seeing pain
Beauty and happiness cannot enter in
Doors closed tight long ago
To find the way back
I don’t know that I am lost
Until the lost knows it’s lost
Lost cannot be found
A thousand voices wail and cry
Wait
The winds are changing
Barely a whisper
A promise of love
Only I can give myself
Not before but now willing
I stop. I listen. I cry
Feeling treacherous pain
It hurts, It hurts
To be here
Emptiness dries my tears
Dread and despair blanket me with warmth
I rest in their embrace
Sleeping for the first time
Renewed
I surface
Still scared but with sparking glimmers of hope
Now within my reach
To see the beauty that has always been
Here
Now
My eyes willing to see
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