The Spiral Library
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An organized collection of musings, inspiration, creation, questions, answers, thoughts, feelings, and more.

Poem №024
The only way out
is though.
A tunnel of discomfort
lined with thorns of shame.
I’ve been here
a thousand times.
And it still makes me
want to hide.
It was never safe
to feel this much.
Stomach turns,
heart pounding.
It takes courage to pause
in the eye of the storm.
Breath slowly softens
the tightness in my chest.
This is me practicing a new way
of being with what’s present
and caring for my whole self.

Poem №023
The sky is a perfect blue
Punctuated by white puffy clouds
The mountains rise like giants
Watching over the valley
We gathered wildflowers
And brought them to our first home
We walked through the forests
And filled our lungs with healing
My heart aches to say goodbye
This place holds a piece of me
And so many other parts of me don’t belong here
I don’t know how to wrap my whole self up
I don’t know how to hold the whole thing
And maybe that’s okay
But my heart aches
And I’m not used to staying open to the ache
I’m not used to staying when I could run
Or unraveling when I could numb
So I turn forward the blue sky
And I drive towards the mountains
And I’ll sit with the wildflowers
And I’ll breathe another breath
And I’ll let the ache take me with it
And maybe there I’ll touch the wholeness
Of the thing I’m so afraid to let go of

Poem №018
Please understand
I tried to free you
From your suffering
I really did
With every smile
Each apology for the things
You said I did
In every elaborate gift
That was never enough
In all the ways I tried to be
What I thought
You thought perfect was
I tried to love you
Into loving yourself
But it turns out
That’s not how it works
And ultimately
To be anything for you
I’d first have to save
The only life I could save
I’d have to learn
To love myself
The way I tried so hard
To love you
Unconditionally
And with all my heart and soul.

Poem №009
She moved so fast
A bolt of lightning
I couldn’t understand.
I hid you deep
To numb the pain
And there you stayed.
Decades later
You’re crying out:
Bring me home again.

Poem №008
Today I am...
Full of a heaviness
Made of a thousand
Questions
And the rawness of
Grief.
They found
A tiny bird’s egg
Abandoned in a nest
At the base
Of a thorn bush.
She cried
For the life
Caught in the shell.
She cried
For the mother
Who left.
And she cried
For the part in her
That saw itself
In both.

Poem №006
When I am soft
Squishy
Open raw
I am movable
Adaptable
Responsive
Connected.
When I am hard
Armored
Defensive
I am rigid
Stuck
Reactive
Disconnected.
Sort is vulnerable
Heart wide open
Feel it all.
Hard is separate
False control
Numb to truth.
Soft is love.
Hard is fear.
They taught us to fear
But we were made to love
Made of love.
Love is soft
Soft is strong
Stronger than fear
I am soft.

Poem №005
Tender heart feeling
You care so much it hurts let
It break you open
“You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.”
—
Eckhart Tolle