Where the Silence Once Lived (Poem)

Once, our hearts were broken and we’ve carried those wounds inside us for many, many moons. When those old emotions rise up and threaten to carry us away, it is tempting to fight, or disconnect, or numb, but we are stronger than that now. We are waking up to our spiritual selves and learning to live in alignment with our integrity. We are ready to heal the old hurts, to free ourselves. If you are feeling deeply these days, this is for you. Be brave, Wild One…

Where the Silence Once Lived

desperately seeking self
truth pulsing, pounding
calling you into the storm
the past rises up to meet you

old hurt churns and swells
pushing into the sacred space
where the silence once lived
be brave enough to let it leave

eyes burn and stomach turns
be still and open the soul
lean into the waves
sing the old, sad song

breathe in, breathe out
dive deep into intensity
surrender to the waves
as they crash within you

the little one cries
you taste her tears
her hurt echos in your ears
stay with her and witness

be the one she needs
hold her as the old tears flow
teach truth, love completely
gift her the magic of laughter

the storm rises now to leave you
it has come to free you
to allow you to truly be you
united again with the little one

Talk to me. What does this bring up for you? Are you open to the healing that these magical times make possible for you? What kind of support do you have, or do you need, to cultivate the beautiful life that is true for you?


Elisa Faulkner- Uriarte
Elisa F4 years ago

Beautiful! Thank You.

Terry V.
Terry V5 years ago


Patricia H.
Patricia H.5 years ago

thanks for posting

Geela Green
Geela Green5 years ago

Thank you for giving me that moment of reflection.

Marianne B.
Marianne B5 years ago

Embracing an old hurt can let us free oneself and forgive.

Linda H.
Linda h5 years ago

Lovely, thank you.

devon leonard
Devon Leonard5 years ago

Poetry is an open doorway to glimpse the colors of the heart and soul......
Thank you Diane for welcoming us !!

James Maynard
James Maynard5 years ago

I'm not sure why, but, when I finished reading
this my mind filled with the strains of "While
My Guitar Gently Weeps."

Christeen Anderson
Christeen A5 years ago

I had to share this with a lost loved one. Thank you.

Shireen P.
Shireen P5 years ago

I'm weeping.