l would like to share a poem by Phoenix Inspring whom l share a similar experience about being a mother of a kid with autism. As she says in her manifestation we are the lucky ones to endure the process and praise our abundance of spritual growh.
This morning I was going through my poems in search of something and found this poem. It’s one I wrote sometime ago, and thought it might be helpful for you in understanding a little about the “how to” of spiritual ascension–of self-discovery.
Mosaic Woman Structure
There’s no way to tell you
What I’m feeling inside
Hard to spread out truth
Where so much error lies
We tend to get angry
Distant
Protective
When we only have peeks at
The vast, wide perspective
How can I give you
What’s still in slow progress—
Simmering
Stirring
Beneath a steeled surface
I’m afraid you can’t see me
Misinterpret my motives
Scared you’re repulsed by
My scarcely lit votives
Sometimes I’m impatient
Empty and maxed
Others I’m fearful
Overwhelmed
Even taxed
A mixture of emotion
Melting pot of expression
Trying to make it
In the wake of destruction
I don’t expect anything
Not words…
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