A poem by Libby Hoffmann
— Words Move —
And now I’m crying
at 2AM
too awake to dream
too caught in the dreamy words
to be fully here, where my tears fall on the page.
In places I know my heart has been
but my body is unfamiliar.
Disarmed by the words
painting a picture of a moment,
one my mind may never think is mine,
but that my soul knows anyway.
Words are weapons.
Words are blessings.
There’s no good or bad,
just time and space
to feel them.
These words hold power
to keep me here,
and to take me
some place else.
And now that the words have moved,
the tears have fallen,
I can rest for a while.
Libby Hoffmann is a holistic wellness guide specializing in the Human Design System for birth and postpartum, and author of the children's book We Are All Light. Connect with Libby here.
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