Trauma

You found me at the right time in a dark place,
we both got attracted to the same space.

It speaks loud in us as humans,
maybe it’s one of the reasons we fight lumens.

A subtle presence and an intelligent choice,
made me realize I have a charming voice.

An intellectual mind to grow old with,
or immersing the self into a humble grith.

You have your own world as I have mine,
somehow we compliment each other with a glass of wine.

A beautiful wisdom that brings healing,
and a heartbeat that’s keeps us feeling.

Even when I know the answer to interpretations,
I still look up to you for validations.

Am I stuck in my head,
or is there fear coming from my own bred.

Either way, the moment has arrived,
teaching me how to survive, and sometimes how to thrive.

Emotions can rush so strong,
and I wonder in my head where have they been hidden for so long.

We speak of words based on what we’ve been taught, but have we considered the reality of our thoughts.

I’ve been told by the divide spirit I’ll be a queen,
but why am I not grateful for my own name Nadine.

Hope is the meaning of my name,
here to uplift people regardless of their aim.

Giving doubt is what I love about you,
it mirrors the essence that’s already in you.

Distractions make noises before they’re gone,
so let’s start praising the lord for the beauty that has been drawn.

Yes is a beautiful answer sometimes,
but laughter is a soul dancer of all times.

Here for you even when you bounce,
hearing messages including the ones that you don’t count.

Your honorable qualities are up for a due,
even though I know you might make a hasty decision out of the blue.

Raise the bar with me as we show the world what we see, our calling has a certain degree that we both can guarantee.

Only my connection to nature and God,
have I not understood that it is not that odd.

People come in all forms and shapes,
not releasing their true self is always up to debate.

Have I nurtured the heart with what has arrived,
or have I harnessed hard lessons ignoring the talents I hived.

The more I extend understanding and grace,
the more surely I am living a life of faith.

My body lived before I was born,
explaining why the world don’t seem to belong.

Race thoughts can power bodies,
creating themes in our life stories.

A sharp critique can harsh sometimes,
don’t fear the help with many minds.

We do have a freewill,
manifesting destiny as part of learning a skill.

I’ll mention an ego here,
as I know it brought many tears.

Regardless of choices, how do we really feel?
Has it been ups and downs, or forcing to heal.

Maybe touched by blissful attunement?
reaching a higher self for humans.

Whys Woman,
Poet-ing Trauma