Witnessing
that which was once unbreakable
breaking into pieces.
Disintegrating like dust
scattered into the universe
to haphazardly blow soft warnings
within the paths of those who have no inkling
of how quickly and without warning
the storms can come.
Venerating the pain for the lessons
which would have never been learned
in a lifetime spent chasing pleasure
without bearing witness to the
hidden side of the coin.
Gathering the slivers of light and benevolence
manifesting on the long road back.
Savouring the beauty and love
found in a child’s laughter or
the rhythmic crashing of the waves.
Renewal hiding in plain sight
for the lost ones blinded by the pain
with eyes closed in suffering.
Limitless room within
for the replenishing of what once was lost.
A wholeness of self.
Hope springs eternal.
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“Venerating the pain for the lessons
which would have never been learned
in a lifetime spent chasing pleasure…”
You have turned tragedy into triumph and become such a wise woman on the journey. Very beautiful, Shannon. ❤
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Thank you! 💜
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“Renewal hiding in plain sight
for the lost ones blinded by the pain
with eyes closed in suffering.
Limitless room within
for the replenishing of what once was lost.”
Sometimes we know we need to turn around and look at what has passed, because we must, but can’t muster the energy to turn, even knowing full well that it will advance us, and strengthen us, and renewal isn’t ever to be ruled out. Thanks for sharing.
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