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MY HEALING STATEMENTS
It was thrown to me, a lifesaver.
A line to freedom, a string of hope.
Not realizing the pain I was about to endure,
Yet accepting the disgruntles of an untamed heart.
I told myself no tears today.
No despair, no heartache, just the power and pleasure
Of starting over and finding me again.
Lost identity, no longer lost.
No one’s wife. No one’s lover,
Just me. Raindancer, Pinkbarbwire.
Seasons changing and life goes on.
More to live for than to die from.
Never give up. Never stop trying.
Better to have loved and lost than never
To have loved at all. Yet when one attempts to
Live by that life becomes despair and in our despair
It becomes art.
If you live your life afraid of dying you live your life dead.
Yet at times I am not afraid of death and dying, but of life and living.
Losing myself to only gain myself.
A part of me that died so I could live.
In stead of two being one. One is one.
Secret tears run down a sacred face.
As my aunt says, “Raindancer, you dance for
Your healing and the healing of others around you.
Healing of a deep pain, a sheltered heart.
A place in time when it was shared with no one and everyone.
Again come the dragon, the castle, and the mote.
While this princess sits alone pretending to be happy in her tower.
Showing on the outside nothing gets past her heart again.
Yet knights have tried.
Timid and staunch yet vulnerable.
She stares out her castle windows
Wanting to let people in, but never letting herself out.
In a brief glance she takes a step of faith,
But closes it again fearful of the heart quake.
Cleansing her heart from the shadows an d bitterness of
The former flame of love and despair.
Accepting an opened heart and losing her vulnerability.
