Liquid Flowing


I blogged today at This Abundantly Delicious Life about writing and how it can take me to a place of heart. I vividly remember during my recovery from the mastectomy sitting at our dining room table with my journal and some inspirational books. I started writing and all of a sudden I realized that a poem was flowing from my hand onto the page. I started from a place of darkness, consumed by the change and uncertainty, thinking about ‘what will be’ and gradually, gracefully through my cathartic writing, moved to the present moment, where I found a deep sense of peace. As I re-read the poem now I can clearly see the shift from head to heart, a movement that happens like liquid flowing.

The Me I’ve Always Been
By Vicki L. Flaherty

I stand before the mirror.
Naked and vulnerable.
I see my body changed forever.
Scars reminders of the cancer —
so ominous and threatening.
I stare and ask: how can this be?

I breathe, deeply.
I try to open my heart.
I tell myself that with time my body will heal.
And this will be integrated into my life.
Over and over again, day aft er day,
I stand, and I look, seeking meaning and wholeness.

With time, I begin to see around what’s changed.
I know I am good, just as I am,
yet I don’t quite believe, ever-questioning.
More and more as I look beyond the physical image,
I feel the darkness gradually lifting.
I identify with the light, and I see it dancing in me.
I see that I am complete.
I see the me that I have always been.

© copyright Vicki L. Flaherty, Mostly My Heart Sings, 2013

About Vicki L Flaherty

I am most alive when I am creating, whether through writing, photography, gardening, cooking, crafting, sewing, yoga. I enjoy traveling because it opens me to greater awareness and new possibilities. I find a special joy when I’ve helped someone see their brilliance and express their full potential. As I've focused on living more mindfully, I've found special joy in expressing myself through poetry and photography, and in truly being in relationship with those I meet along my journey.

4 responses »

  1. Downright beautiful… I’m sure so many women can relate to the process you described so well. I’m not a cancer survivor, but I have to say that I can relate to the process simply because of aging. Maybe I’m just a bit more insecure, but I can relate nonetheless.

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