Original artwork, Original poetry

A Letter of Goodbye

I am sorry for creating a world of fury and fire
It hurt me when you ignored me and ran away
Your detachment made my pain rise higher
Couldn’t understand why you didn’t stay

A pain so high I lost my own sense of being
The trauma of not having worth
Disturbed the truth my heart was seeing
A disturbance constructed at birth

But my heart does see you didn’t mean to cause me pain
And your escape was never about my worth
But just your own paranoia, which was insane
And inhibited something new to be nourished to birth

I guess it happened ’cause my soul needed to learn
That when losing my heart in a man who can’t stay true
I’ll be in hell until the day my karmic imprint will burn
Till the day, all my patterns of trauma undo

I do believe I am still with you in your mind
And that you are suffering as well
’Cause something was so true and rare to find
But the disturbance made us both fell

In the end, the beauty of the situation revealed
That it was never really about you to set me free
But my own opening within, which used to be sealed
That now, I am open to embracing fully being me

Despite I’ll miss what we were and had
The bond we shared and the truth underneath
I thank you while still being in shock and sad
Connecting to the earth under my feet

’Cause I know, one day the contraction will transform
Into openness, wholeness and expansion once more
When something new is ready to be born and grow
The beauty and bliss I will again be and adore!

© 2022 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.

Original artwork, Original poetry

Karma Release

I know they didn’t mean to cause me sorrow and pain
But it’s so deeply ingrained that it flows through my veins
It’s a karmic imprint at the base of my being
The truth of love and light I no longer am seeing

Like a crack in a clay jaw, a ray of light might occasionally shine through
But only with the idea and thought of an imaginary you
You who could love the unloved, who could be all that I need
But in truth, it’s just an illusion with an unstoppable hunger I feed

The sorrow and pain they put me through growing up
Has left a reservoir of disturbed emotions keeping my lifeforce stuck
It’s like a filter of hurt to watch the world trough
So what they did back then, I now see in you too

I know you told me you didn’t mean to cause me harm and sadness
But the story repeats in my head’s heavy madness
I wanna break free, find the strength to undo what I am seeing
To crack the jaw open, so light of love can flow through my being

The flow of love shall come from deep within my heart
So I no longer look outward for healing my broken parts
To recognise the truth that everyone just wanna be love
But life broke them too, so they had no more to give of

So I’ll practise ending my story of love being mugged
A narrative of abandonment, of someone broken and unloved
I’ll remove the filter from the eyes of my being
So what no longer serves me, I am lovingly freeing

© 2022 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.

Original artwork, Original poetry

Killing Medusa

In killing Medusa we can’t look at her straight
As turning to stone would be our faith
To transform our immobility response and then heal
We must fist our trauma and deepest fear feel

But like Perseus, we must listen to the Wisdom Goddess
To not hunt Medusa head-on and stay true to this promise
In completing the immobility response to heal our trauma
We must follow our symptoms but not fight our karma

When Perseus killed Medusa two creatures arose from her loss
Chrysaor, the golden sword of truth and Pegasus, the winged horse
Symbols of warrior power, and how to escape our limitations
How to be brave, to live in fearlessness and transcendence

The myth of Medusa is a hero/heroine tale of trauma healing
Which is not a pathology but a true opportunity for unsealing
And transforming our deepest unconscious energy and unfreeze
Our full karmic imprint; killing Medusa IS trauma release

© 2022 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.