HOLDING SPACE
THE PHONEIX QUEST: DAY4/365
I thought I could tell you a secret
A shared confidence, a glimpse into my soul.
A dread secret
A ceaseless fire of shame.
Hating myself more than life ever could
With shaken breath
I spoke.
Deafening silence,
Hooded eyes passed over me
Your scales of justice tilted.
Death was the verdict.
An eternity of silence to nullify fallibility.
Laying bare your bias, your ugliness.
Your mask of ignorance and arrogance
Blacked out the constellation of grey
Choking my essence.
With arms stretched out, white belly shone
Dain’s arrow found its mark.
Can you hear a secret?
Maybe, maybe not.
A better question:
Can I hold space for myself?
Author’s Note:
Twelve months ago, I wrote a poem that laid bare my despair.
As the world started to open up and venture forth with renewed optimism, my world shrunk. Every day seemed another nail in my living coffin. And then I decided. I will no longer fight for an existence in the margins, instead I am allowing myself to rise from the ashes to write a new story. You can read more about The Phoenix Quest below.
Thank you for bringing my work to life by choosing to spend some time reading my words. If you would like to continue sharing my journey, please consider following me. I hope the rest of your day / night is filled with laughter, contented reflection and deep personal joy.
With love,
Naomi x
