Shannii Maree – Strong Without Realising
Life through the eyes of a woman who had no idea how strong she was becoming
“I am done” she screams Tears rolling down her face The heat in her body overpowering all her senses She looks for a place to fall into She longs for the safety of a net to catch her while she wails and falls and screams into the abyss Her heart pounds as she witnesses her
Feeling tender Heart asking to be witnessed Fear of falling Or fear of flying? Listening but not wanting to Not wanting to but needing to Stay grounded she reminds herself Stay open she reminds herself But the cracks still appear. “You haven’t failed” she quietly whispers to her tender heart. “You are succeeding in more
As our feet move forward As they carry us to our next destination As they move our souls forward to the deepest desires of the longing of our hearts We nurture them Letting our feet dance our mysteries into the darkness Letting our feet dabble in the misty cool water of the ocean at sunrise
I am all, everything and nothing. I am a wild woman unafraid to step into the darkness. I am a transmuter, my body is magic. I don’t fear the darkness, she is but one of my homes. I know how to turn poison into medicine. I know how to weave the magic of your soul
Wisdom within She calls me Laced with her magic and mystery she creates from the void In darkness she responds In darkness her pulsing magnetic mystery calls forth those of us who pay attention Tidal her life flows effortlessly She communes with the moon and dances with the wonder of new life From her, new
Eyes see but they also listen To the light, to the dark, to the all and the nothing We see and yet we can be blind We can be blind and yet we can see Visions unfolding within our beings Observations made that we think are clear Our eyes recognize a truth buried deep within
I have abandoned myself to life and the way she moves me. The shifting, the weaving, the paths lit with soulful light. The way life has met me at my edges and then shown me the way those edges can move. The way life has allowed love to fill my being and rip me apart
Your beating heart is worth no less than any other beating heart The way you love is yours to give And receiving is what your heart has been fashioned for. Each time you feel that heart beat it shows the love of the universe pouring through every inch of that delicate skin that holds your
Before we die, I will have roamed where the wild things are, I will have loved in all the spaces I was afraid to love, I will have lived by my own rules and broken those rules over and over again, I will have healed and broken and healed and broken again realising I was
When you feel that heaviness what do you do? Do you allow it to flow or do you tighten up like a screw? Forcing things into holes that they don’t really fit. Hoping maybe one day you will manage to forget all about it. Praying those feelings will just disappear But instead finding out they
