I would always adjust the way I showed up in my world by what I thought was the right way to do things. We all take on other ways of being, because we find them more acceptable because we’ve been told that’s the best way to operate in the world, because, as we’ve grown, we’ve been exposed to the judgements of certain ways of being. Through my eyes, we are all pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle, where every unique piece is needed to experience, to witness the whole in its completion and beauty. The intention of this poem is to invite you into the remembrance of what your unique way of being is, your unique way of working, talking, showing up, and beginning to walk the path back to this. I find the best way is starting to engage with how you showed up as a child. In this poem, I share my experiences of falling back in love with what feels more like my natural way of being, and the power that I’ve found in reclaiming and re-embracing this. I invite you to read or listen with me, and feel into whatever this poem brings up for you.

Can you crack me open?

Words yet unspoken

Can you delve into my world

And see the beauty

Where others see imperfection?

Can I sit

A flower receiving

A flower opening

Blooming

My emotion, all consuming

Renewing my energy

Renewing my faith

Would you like a taste

Of the pleasure of being human

Of being, being

Can you believe in

What your soul is needing

Yes, that rapture, it’s oh so freeing

For I exist as dappled light

Traces of the darkness from inside

Bought to the surface of my consciousness

Bought to the surface of my body

Is it strange

That I find pleasure in this tension

That I find pleasure in the mention

Of the taboo in me, in you

Who am I to say

Who am I to be afraid

Of my own strange ways

I’m a blemished diamond

Formed in times of pressure

I’m a treasure

Without a glitz or shine

My simplicity is what’s divine

My complexity is woven through my rhymes

But who would I be

If not all of me?

Where would I sail?

How else could I tell these tales?

Is it strange that its cathartic to watch myself try and fail?

To drink from the holy grails of many experiences

Isn’t that what I came here for?

Yet, as this heroes journey walks to completion

Comes full circle

I find myself calling in something rather new

Where, what I now choose

Is pleasure in peace

The feeling of home

Watching nature in stillness and silence

I’m in defiance of societies ways

That the introvert has no say

That the introvert is timid and afraid

This me, that moves so quietly

With intention

With ease

In the moments that you think I freeze

I’m simply contemplating

Awaiting

For the answers to present themselves to me

With raw clarity

And depth

Learning through awareness

My cycles intuiting the road ahead

So that I may rest

In the here and Now

My face would’ve drawn a frown

I wouldn’t have been so sure

If you’d told me before

That the answers really did exist in honouring my timing

Trusting the words I’m rhyming

It’s funny how what I was missing was what I was hiding

A liberation of this introverted me

Who finds herself most free

When she is held in what she needs

When she is alone with nature

When she is connected to others through silence

It’s so beautiful to find this

A childhood wish

A way of being I’ve oh so missed

This introverted me

Allow yourself to finally be

with love,

Emma

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with love,

Emma

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