To all those who have been
Abandoned,
Betrayed,
Misunderstood,
Criticized or mocked,
Treated with unnecessary roughness or rudeness,
Expected to give more than you take,
Emotionally manipulated and deceived,
Generally unvalued and unappreciated….
Here is
A love letter
I don’t have the voice of an angel, but I will speak only the truth to you so you always know where you stand.
Even though I cannot make any commitments for tomorrow because I will not pretend to know the future, I know this to be true:
I will never run away or hide from you when you’re hurting, angry, or afraid. I will sit with you and listen attentively to your needs.
My priority will always be your welfare and your happiness.
I will care for your heart so that you will never doubt that you are loved, lovable, and loving.
I accept your failures as signs of your desire to continue growing, and I am proud of you for not quitting before even trying.
I want to discover everything there is to know about you. I want to see all of you and then help you rise, higher and higher, so that you only feel the sun's warmth.
I will look at your scars, external and internal, with admiration and reverence, for they are a testament to your strength against time.
You, my dearest, are not alone on this journey, for I have been with you every step of the way. I’ve been with you in your darkest hours, and I have been carrying this torch for you that contains your spark, your soul, letting the wind catch it just so, to breathe life back into your chest when you thought you couldn’t possibly take another breath.
All the love you need, that you have been yearning, aching, and searching for, is already inside you. Just take some time to gaze into your eyes, and you will see me there with you. I’ve always been there with you, patiently waiting for your return home. And when you do finally choose to come back home, you will be safe. You will be unbreakable, not in some hard, untouchable way, but with exquisite gentleness and warmth like water that nourishes every aspect of life, but this time it will be your life.
Come home, my love. I’m here waiting for your return.
Do you feel me holding your hand?
We are one.
This is a break from my usual style of writing. There was no Human Design. There was no traditional science. No juxtaposition between my story and some deeper universal questions.
But following my interview with Autistic Ang, her questions shone a light onto something. I tend to write from a logical approach because it feels safe.
I was highly criticized for writing poetry as a pre-teen and teenager, and eventually, stopped writing expressively and artistically.
I won’t be abandoning my standard form of writing altogether, but I shall remain open to allowing abstract pieces to come out like this one, from time to time.
I hope you will continue to support my self-expression and that you may find enough value in it to want to stick around.
This love letter started as a love letter to myself from myself, like a whisper that I felt. The words just poured out.
Then there was a gentle shift… a need to share this with all the souls who have been hurt; from my soul to your soul, I have felt your pain.
Yet, there’s still another way you can read this letter… let it be a love letter from your soul to yourself, if you want. Would this be a love letter you would want to receive? And if not, what would your soul want to say to you?
As I’ve said before, self-affirmations lack power if you don’t believe in what you’re saying.
This love letter isn’t intended as a self-affirmation.
We have grown so detached from our spirit. Always focused outwards or trapped in repetitive thoughts and everyday worries.
I am calling out to your soul! It wants to be heard, and to be heard, it must be felt!
What would happen if you put pen to paper, and allowed your spirit to express itself, wholeheartedly, without any interference from your mind or any attempt to convince your mind of something you don’t believe? What would your soul whisper to you?
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Thank you.
Namaste
I just finished reading this. First, I want to say I’m really sorry I didn’t see the mention earlier. Since it linked to a note rather than tagging me directly, it didn’t show up the way it normally would, or I would have read it much sooner. I’ve actually done the same thing before - linked to someone’s note instead of tagging them directly. Easy mistake to make!
Now that I have read it, wow. This was so moving. I felt the care and sincerity in every line. It’s rare to read something that holds both pain and hope so gently at the same time. I think a lot of people will feel seen in what you wrote (as is evidenced in the comments already 😊) especially those of us who’ve been misunderstood or made to feel like our sensitivity or inner world was a bit much.
The part about wanting to discover everything about someone, including their scars, and helping them rise... those lines are FELT! That’s the kind of love I think we all wish we could offer ourselves more often.
I also want to acknowledge how brave it is to share this side of your writing after having been criticized for it in the past. Returning to that expressive, poetic voice takes a lot of courage. Very glad you gave it space.
Thank you for letting this piece be what it needed to be. I know it started as a letter to yourself, but I think it became a healing thread for a lot of people, including me. Please keep writing from this space whenever it calls to you! I’ll be here reading. 😻
I agree with Unashamed, poetry is a writers art. Not the commissioned but for the sheer intrinsic nature of it, and when shared it’s the emotions you convey through it that matter.