The heart that welcomes you here
Should have been your mother’s heart
A heart open to love
Without a locked door
With all feeling sealed shut inside it
With a door bared by rage
That now becomes massive compulsive cleaning
Never giving you a place to rest
Driven out of your body and your mind
Your innocent body begins to hurt
And so you seek succour in substances
Substances become the warm heart of the mother
Absent for years that welcomes you home
But over years that heart grows cold
And you find no rest
Within this icy kingdom
That draws you in with false promises
It will be a journey over a wasteland of ice
That finally leads you to the place
Where you can light an inner fire
To thaw the traumas
And terrible heartbreaks
That froze your soul
Don’t go towards the coldness now, love
Stay here by the simple fire
You are lighting within
Tend your own flame and hearth
Until it becomes a raging bonfire
Of love
And you can find a heart
Within your heart
That welcomes you home
The heart that welcomes you here
Should have been your mother’s heart
A heart open to love
Without a locked door
With all feeling sealed shut inside it
With a door bared by rage
Omg. This physically hurt my heart ❤️
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Wahhh what have you done to me, this has spoken to me so deeply! Did you write this? Seriously impressed!
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Yes my poems just come to me at odd moments, I get the first line and then it just flows out like a mountain spring. I have to write it down then and there and shape it along the way. It is full of sadness so its no wonder you cried and if you had narc mother you would relate. Hugs. ❤
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Owwww I am so sorry……I hope it didn’t leave you in a horrible place.
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Oh god please don’t apologise!! It’s good! Getting me in touch with things ahead of therapy this afternoon!! Xx
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Oh good……. xo
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Reblogged this on Therapy Diaries and commented:
“The heart that welcomes you here
Should have been your mother’s heart”
These words cut through my heart like a knife this morning. Painfully beautiful. Huge credit to this lovely poet x
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This is absolutely beautiful! Very well written, touching and true. Worthy of reading several times! Thank you for posting! ❤
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Thank you so much. I admire your writing so much so your feedback means the world to me. ❤
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You’re welcome! And thank you for the compliment, that means so much to me 🙂
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Most welcome, most deserved. 🙂
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Nice post. I learn something new and challenging on blogs I stumbleupon on a
daily basis. It’s always interesting to read through content from other writers and use a little something
from other websites.
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Thanks a lot for your appreciation and feedback. Deborah
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This is an emotional piece and I love the flow of it, from what should have been in the beginning to the slow solution of realization.
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Thank you so much ❤🌹
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Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night and commented:
You forget about some poems you write. This one was so resonant for the surges and dips I still deal with due to Complex PTSF.and thanks to the person who drew my attention back to.it by liming it today.
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