Letting go, beckoning shore

Letting go

Brings freedom to my breath

Tames the wild owls of night time despair

Circling in my breast

Letting go

Brings sadness with reality

It removes my mind just a further step more

From the empty insanity

Of clinging on so tightly

To what is dying

Letting go means I am no longer

Lying to mysself

Continuing to deny my weakness

And lack of childhood power

And belying my inner strength

Letting go

Sets my longing soul free

Lke a wild dove that soars

Over vast oceans

Beyond darkening hotizons

In ever widening circles


A beckoning shore

Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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2 thoughts on “Letting go, beckoning shore”

  1. We all, eventually, learned, that what happened to us, way, way, way back in the childhood years, weren’t, our faults, and, eventually, became, the parents to our own, childhood selves that we needed, but weren’t, able to get, and, after that, we heal ourselves slowly, and, step by step, became, able to, love others, just as, we deserved to be, loved.

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