poetry

Moments with Her. {poetry}

 

Her energy felt heavy.
Not like a soft blanket on a cold evening,
But a weight that sat unmoving upon my lungs
Her blocks felt impenetrable

There were many days spent trying
To break through her limitations
Evenings feeling suffocated by her stubbornness
And moments where I felt like I couldn’t catch a break

She did not seem to want me there anymore
And so I left

Her face was angelic
Not fragile like a porcelain doll
But perfectly proportioned — an undefined beauty
Her voice felt like music to my soul

There were days spent laughing
And playing together in the grass
Evenings feeling her little hand on my heart
And moments where the love I felt for her reduced me to tears

She knows love in ways that I do not
And so she teaches me much

Her openness was inspiring
Not like it was much different from my own
But similar in that she wanted harmony as well
Her courage to try was appreciated

There were days spent getting to know each other
And playing with our daughters
Evenings feeling the expansiveness of family
And moments where all I could mutter to the universe was “Thank You.”
She knows the importance of family
And so we learn as we go

Her beauty was abundant
And not in an idyllic way, though that was certainly there
But she called to me in a way that cannot be described
Her energy felt like home

There were days spent discovering her
And learning all of the parts that make her so magical
Evenings spent looking up at a blanket of stars
And moments where I doubted my ability to love her properly

But she knows my soul
And so she invites me in

Reflections of her
Reflections of me

She is all of the parts of who I am.

She is heavy at times, and she is stubborn
She has blocks to work through, and she is rejecting

But she is also free and full of the most magical love.
She hears me in the depths of my dreams
And reaches out to me in the midst of night.

She understands family, and she seeks to bring harmony.
She knows gratitude, and she soothes my fears

My love is her love reflected back to me
My fears are her fears reflected back to me
My light is her light reflected back to me
My calling is her calling reflected back to me

She keeps me moving forward when I no longer wish to continue
She keeps me tethered to the Earth when I wish to be free
She keeps me pushing toward new heights when I wish to stop

She sees me
She knows me

She is me

And so she invites me in
Because she knows my soul

And we learn as we go
Because she knows the importance of family

And she teaches me much
Because she knows love in ways that I do not

And I know I’ll heal her
As she heals me

Because I am her.

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Natalie Sophia is a self-proclaimed writer, healer, yogini. Her mission in life is to heal and be healed. She loves to laugh, to feel and to write. She began her journey of awakening a few years ago, and though there are times she longs to go ‘back to sleep’, she knows she has work to do. Her work and her passion are one and the same, and she hopes to inspire others on their life path to attend to their deepest longings as a soul in a human body. Natalie feels that life is meant to be enjoyed, not endured. She knows that pain can be inevitable, but there is always choice in the story created from that pain. Feel free to check out more from Natalie on Facebook or on her website.

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