It has always been true, that significant seasons, ones of pain, growth, courage, transformation, are hard to share with others in a way that they, too, see the miracle that grew within you.
I just recently closed the book on a season of true pain and significant healing. And I want to mark it with meaning because it matters to me, even if others can’t quite see it how I do.
I wrote this poem for myself and this season. Perhaps lines will resonate with you, reminding you that so much of our beauty happens while no one is watching, but that does not make it less meaningful or miraculous.
Inside these walls
I took the darkness handed to me and created stars
The magnolia tree witnessed my tears
heard my questions and she watched me
self soothe
dance
rest
grow
The man I love
mourned with me
his tearsa witness to my pain
His arms held the days
His smile keeping face in the midst of pain
My body mirrored the ache
A witness to the trauma but also to what I was not awake to
I kept by my side
moments of pride as I leapt great strides
Never ignoring what happened
Never pretending it is easy
For once in my life
I did not abandon my humanity and it was due to the help of the trees
and the stars
these walls
and his heart
And something within me
A seed that had been waiting for such a season
to break open
and start to grow.
Joyful Ruins 
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