Finding the courage to travel through,

The Poetry of Resistance,

Dear Courageous,

My last post was about a seismic shift in my world view and the 11 realisations that followed. When I discovered this weeks poem it resonated deeply with where I am currently ….I am still becoming , slowly redefining what it means to be thriving.

I share it with you today , that it may offer you insight, maybe comfort and the knowing that if struggling you are not alone. I am finding my new ground or a different floor in the apartment block from which to view and live in a world I often struggle to be part of.

This weeks poem is by Morgan Harper Nichols and is called :-

Other People will move on without you

There will be people who will move on without you,
and people you admired
that you no longer look up to.
and there will also be gaps in the trees
where the wind blows through and reminds you,
no matter the betrayal or the rejection
there is still room in this life
to make
meaningful new connections

there is also
still room
to breathe
letting your heart
soften into release
finding that no matter what is
changing
you are still free to
pursue peace
there is more,
there is more,

for there will be storm clouds

hovering over the flower fields

where you were hoping

to watch the setting sun,

and there will be cities

you meant to visit

before the world

as you knew it

came undone,

and there will also be moments

when you remember

the small strip

of ocean shore

where the seafoam sang to you

that morning,

“there is more,

there is more.”

and in the end
you will find
even when you were
carrying so much on your shoulders

You were not getting older
you were not just surviving,
you were a living breathing soul,
slowly redefining
what it meant to be thriving,

and one day at a time
you are finding the courage
to keep travelling through,
people move on, everything changes
and through it all
you change too

You've had your fears,
you've had your losses
and you have to face
the reality of grief
and you have also
dared to have this hope:
everyday you are still becoming
who you are meant to be,
there is more, there is more.

Until next time, may your week be peaceful,

Love Susan