#36. The Stories We Tell Ourselves
Day 20. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!
Poem: The Stories We Tell Ourselves
The stories they told us of ourselves
Dis-empowering, based on a fallacy
Based on their own projections
Of their unresolved stuff and pains
Soon took root in our hearts and minds
And soon their jaundiced stories of us
Became the stories we tell ourselves
And we became separated from our own truth
And we were trapped in this painful bondage
Manifesting lies and existing blindly
And the more we fought against the pain
The more we bled and this pain fed on our blood
Until a love came our way in a town of Galilee
A love that broke open our hearts to life eternal
To use this heart for the purpose it was created
And for once in our lifetime, we fell into love, steeply
Soaked in the waters of the Nile and the Jordan
Unconditionally, passionately, deeply, we fell in
We no longer fight the pain, we see the purpose now
Not to inflict suffering, rather to bring us into a new awareness
New skills, new solutions, new insights about ourselves and others
And the purpose of your pains is to awaken and jolt us into action
To pay attention to life and so we embrace and channel our pains
Knowing they will lead us to soar to new incredible heights
There’s a story buried deep within you. What’s your story?
Stories hidden in sacred spaces where our pains and joys co-exist
And today we get to choose the stories we want lived and told
We can finally see, hear, feel, speak and live our truth
A truth that’s alive within us, it is the primary reason we live
To this truth do we now wholly surrender
We simply show up and simply take the journey
And bask in these new stories we tell ourselves
Empowering stories of our connectedness
The stories we were always destined to tell.
© Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido (All rights reserved).
Jul, this is great! And what stories they’ve told us, just as they were also told, each generation fanning the stories unto the next generation. Thank God for the Resurrection power. Sometimes, I dare to wonder where we’d have been now for it. Happy Easter
dear girl!!!
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