Original artwork, Original poetry

Healing the wound deep within

I have a wound in my being
Which affects my blood and sight
All that flows through me
All that I am seeing
Is your neglect
Your disrespect
Devaluing my essence
How can I ever trust myself
In your arms again?
How can I end my projections?

I must return home
To heal my wound
So I can start to feel and see
The true reality around me
That you don’t mean to cause me harm
And what I put on you
Merely is a reflection of my inner self
An unloving internal voice
Subconsciously convinced
That I am not worthy of your love

Oblivious to the fact
that I am already this love
That I don’t need you for my
Emotional survival
Break this mirror of illusion
I want to heal my wound
To live authentically again
Valuing, respecting and loving
The essence I shine from within
Shedding this victim narrative
Bringing back my power

The journey has started…

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

Original artwork, Original poetry

Midlife Crisis?

Is this a midlife crisis?
Or just awareness rising?
A post-traumatic stress responds
In letting go of all my ‘wants’?

Something has changed deep within
Which releases all that’s been
And opens up for something new
A deeper calling to be true

True to my heart’s stillness and peace
And it’s longing for life in blissful ease
Where all that’s real will stay and thrive
And the old distorted will vanish and die

So is this a midlife crisis?
Or just awareness rising?
A post-traumatic stress responds
In letting go of all my ‘wants’?

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

Original artwork, Original poetry

Can’t Escape the Pain

No drugs can release the feeling of depression and fear
Why do I lose myself so much when you are not here?
I wish I could drown my feelings in sugar and drugs
Though in truth, I know what I need is my own love and hugs

Why have I left myself so isolated and frozen?
Why has my soul this lonely life chosen?
So dissociated, so sad and confused
Feeling fatigued, frustrated, used

The same soundtrack of melancholic lines
Repeatedly display my thoughts and rewind
All the unhappy places I wished I left behind
It consumes my being, the truth of love I cannot find

Feeling sick to the bone in your absence of presence
I said I’d be fine, but that’s only true when I live from my essence
And the opening in my heart when you were here
Left a hole of emptiness, struggle and despair

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

Original artwork, Original poetry

Silence

Silence heals
When I look into your eyes
The story stills
No closure, no lies

Silence undo
When I feel your being
Apart we are together too
Truth of oneness I’m seeing

Silence opens
And spears my illusions
I feel your love
The end of confusion

Silence creates
A space of beauty and bliss
No need to escape
My longing is this

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

Original artwork, Original poetry

Lying Man

Lying man why can’t you stay true
To the splendid moments of just me and you?
What happened since you closed the door
And left me bleeding on the floor?

Why didn’t you just once reply
When I was screaming for my life?
Are the world we made an empty shine
Blinding our way for the Devine?

Lying man, I will tell you this
You vanishing won’t steal my bliss
Your dishonesty won’t kill my soul
My bleeding heart has made me bold

Bold as a child, innocent, open and free
Can you be as brave then come and meet me
I will see beneath your hiding and lies
I’ll see the truthful heart in your eyes

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

Original artwork, Original poetry

Superhuman

Need to be a superhuman to be with you
To face all the pain and still staying true
Superhuman, opening to love within
Accepting all, feeling no sin

Superhuman, seeking the truth with an open heart
Opening to the deep while not falling apart
Pain rising, old beliefs of what is meant to be
While longing to be one, letting go of the small “me”

Need to be a superhuman to stay true to the “we”
But in the absence of presence there is only a “me”
Can I be whole? All embracing and free?
A superhuman, that is what I need to be

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