North Star

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Inside her dreaming, I see her
Hurting
Lost
Grieving
Bags beneath her eyes from haunted or missing sleep
Furrowed brows from innumerable worries
Her will shaken and unsure
I know her well for she is me
Me ensconced in endings and beginnings
Me inelegantly navigating transition

The magic of dreaming grants me this opportunity
I approach her
My hair more silvered
My face more textured
My heart glowing warm with a joy for living
That felt so unreachable then

"Hello," I say

She composes herself and silently greets me in return

"I hope you don't mind, you look like you could use a friend."

She inhales unsteadily and motions for me to sit
We look out at the passing world
Quiet for an indistinguishable amount of time

"It will not always feel this way," I say

I take her hand in mine
She does not resist

"Do you remember when your children were babies?"

She nods slowly
Eyes unfocused as she touches the memories

"Do you remember the nights that felt so long?
The marathon of survival that was three babies under three?"

She nods again with a slight smile
Alighting at the corner of her lips as she remembers

"It felt like forever until you one day realized
You could sleep through the night.
You could establish routines.
You could start making time for yourself
In bigger and bigger doses."

She exhales
Her shoulders lowering a bit

"This journey is just like that one.
Unpredictable and exhausting.
Endless in the moment.
Overwhelming."

She looks at her hand in mine and nods
I wrap my other around our clasped hands

"This will not last forever.
You will find your way off your knees
As the weight of this slowly lifts from you.
You will relinquish your worry.
Your grief will fade to make room for joy.
You will learn to trust yourself again.
You will learn to trust others again.
Do not get too lost in your sadness.
Navigate moments of laughter and lightness
Like stepping stones amongst the mud.
Let them light up your eyes and relax your shoulders.
Let them propel you through your days
Until you are no longer keeping track of days.
Just like those early times in motherhood
You will awaken to find yourself on the other side.
Changed.
Renewed.
Rebuilt.
Ready to welcome joy and love and freedom willingly.
The fog and pain will clear as passing storms do.
This I can promise you."

She looks up into my face
Eyes searching mine as I smile and squeeze her hand
I watch as a tiny light returns to her tear-filled eyes

"How do you know?" she whispers

I pull her hand to my heart.

"Because I have seen you do it.
I have witnessed you rise from these ashes.
I know how powerful and radiant you will emerge."

As dreams do when truth is revealed
The edges of this world begin to dissolve like chalk in rain
The light of recognition begins to glow in her eyes
As I release her hand and stand
I step in amongst the other passersby of her dreamscape
My message conveyed
My job done
A voice from her future left to linger in her dreaming
Placing a north star in the sky of her darkest night

-gws

Healing Work

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I have no interest in dating or lovers
I think that part of me might be dead
At least I cannot feel anything where that want should be
It is a dead zone in my chest
A hollow place
A salted field that cannot grow life

I have too much healing to do
So much work to do
I need to learn how to TRUST myself again
How to LOVE myself again
How to BE myself again

Now is the time for quiet
The time to feel complicated feelings
Listen to the whispers of a broken heart
A disillusioned spirit
The time to grieve shattered dreams
Relinquished hopes
And lost futures

When the processing is complete
The healing well advanced
The distrust subsided
We'll see where I am
What I want
What I need
Who I am

-gws



Wounded Not Broken

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You are not broken
You are wounded

Broken things have damage
That can only be repaired
They are forever left weakened
And will always be at risk
Of the repair failing one day

Wounded things can heal
If you tend them gently and well
Wounds knit and the scar tissue makes them stronger
Wounds stretch and though they may ache from time to time
They will strengthen
Though forever altered
Healing makes the wound whole again

So you, too, will stretch and strengthen
You will grow stronger
The wound cannot be unmade
And its scar will be a landmark upon you
Reminding you that you survived
And you became stronger for it

Be gentle with your self judgment
You are wounded
Not at all broken
And you can and will heal
With patience, time, and tender care

-gws