The lighthouse.

Where is your heart?
What does it beam?
Torn and distorted,
ripped at the seams.

Bruised and heavy,
broken apart.
How did this happen?
When did it start?

And you inhale deeply,
and sigh out your fears.
You let the feelings flow,
and you drown in your tears.

Releasing, releasing,
surrender the fight.
Inhale, exhale,
from darkness to light.

It all exists within you,
don’t be afraid.
Your darkness, your beauty,
bare it is laid.

The totality of your experience,
you hold in your fields.
It is true, it is valid,
and yes it is real.

Wrap your arms around it,
and hold it just so.
Realise that others,
may not see or know.

Sink deeply into your heart,
anchor in and breathe.
Go there, go deep,
feel the pain and let it leave.

This is part of your story,
to transmute the night.
To alchemise, to heal,
to bring in the light.

You, the lighthouse,
for others to see.
To heal their hearts,
to help them break free.

Your power, your beauty,
your value, your worth.
A gift to this world.

A gift to the Earth.