As my soul tries to breathe, the breeze is calm and still as my heart starts to heal. As memories fall through me my eyes begin to swell, tears are needed to heal. The wind dries my eyes over and over again. Take my hand spirit. I surrender to my pain only knowing that this is the direction so I can live again. Spirit shows me what was and what is meant to be and why my life is so important it seems. For spirit brings meaning and signs. I then know and begin to realise what healing means. For my scars tell a story and not to be ashamed for all the horror that I have put myself through. Are lessons in life. That everyone else goes through and not to think anything less of yourself. Only now can I take flight. For what has gone down. I now know what peace I have found. A tortured head space is free and protected by my spirit guides, I can live again
So in telling you my story , Don’t repent and so no . Let love and light in and let that ego go for your journey is about to begin
Shannon Woodward 2020
Writing this poem again I feel anxious, awakening can be the best experience. Or It can Feel like the worst experience when your going through it. It took two years of pain depression and grief .but I’m so proud of myself for going through it all
ALWAYS TURN PAIN INTO POWER