{backwards}
when there’s nowhere to go.
the only way forwards is backwards,
back to where I came from;
I used to hide from the darkness,
now it’s a true catharsis,
to translate heartbreak and dejection,
and purge it of its clogging baggage,
tell the wolves I’m home.
–e.l. jayne
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Your poem reminded me of the chat I had with a friend this morning at church. He said one of the ministers of a previous church he’d attended used to say, and I’m paraphrasing here: Everyone has a basement full of emotional junk, and it helps to know you don’t have to live down there. It helps to clean some stuff out every once in a while, but it’s also ok to close the door and live in the rest of the house too.
Sometimes we need to turn and face those wolves. Sometimes we have the strength to do it.
Thank you for sharing this helpful reminder. 💛
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That’s a beautiful metaphor. Might I add onto it? 🙂 Sometimes I feel as if my basement of emotional junk has engulfed the staircase, flooded the first floor, and is creeping up minute by minute to the second floor. I’m starting to realize it’s harmful for me to close off or condemn these emotions that are indeed a part of me. Some “junk” needs to be dealt with, faced head on, some needs to just be accepted to move on. Still trying to label those bags of junk…
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