Posted in Spring 2016, Uncategorized

Her True Self

Breath

when doing yoga

she struggled to feel her breath

fully from inside

 

then at a retreat

during some self-hypnosis

she saw a young child

 

who saw colors float

who got lost in touching things

who loved to bounce

 

she started sobbing

with a deafening ringing

sounding in her ears

 

she could barely speak

people overwhelmed her

air tickled her arms

 

she found the bathroom

and looked in the mirror

there she was the child

 

Her true inner self

someone she had forgotten

whom she could not be

 

the fear of death

taught her it was dangerous

to be her true self

 

who saw colors float

who got lost in touching things

who loved to bounce

 

that girl stopped there

donned a protective mask

and forgot herself

 

now in the mirror

she saw herself still alive

eyes drank in the sight

 

then for the first time

in twenty-five lonely years

she felt herself breathe

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Author:

Carolyn E. Osiris = Openly seeking inquisitive, reverent, immortal souls. As a full time caretaker for my severely autistic son I don't get out much. That gives me all the more time for the journey inward towards self-realization. That's what I've been doing for most of my life really and the time has come for me to share.

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