Emotional pain, the quest for peace and what the struggle is telling us.
Oh fruitless fight
the storm and the neptunish tide
the river of shame
the nefarious game
of guilt and endless blame
your footholds are crumbling away
everything you grasped on to stay
was only a sign, a self-preserving lie
to protect all I try to keep at bay
feel the truth inside
the torrent of fear, shame and desire
was only the need to be loved, to be held
to be furious and told it was OK
here I reside
waiting to release the demons and rise
to know my worth can’t be changed
can’t be taken or tied
I’m listening for the quiet….
Amy Lloyd lives in the Northwest and loves writing about nature, emotional recovery and personal growth.