Healing Our Pain Stories

The thing about pain-stories is that they don't change. We do. But they forever stay stagnant. Tuning into the Heart is a way we can begin to move, air and dredge out those old stories that no longer serve us. Because it is the mind that provides the ink that validates old beliefs. I hope this short poem makes simple of what can seem at times, deeply complex. Healing trauma and anxiety begins by understanding what stories we already hold that are not our own. In love & gratitude, Sez

Transcript

The thing about pain stories is that they don't tend to change.

We change.

Our bodies change.

Our wrinkles ripple outward like small pebbles cast from our eyes.

Our skin begins to migrate south and hugs the earth.

We finally meet with what we have perched ourselves above for so long.

Our heart moves on,

Pulling us towards,

Always towards,

What is whole and hopeful.

But the story of pain stays the same.

The story of hurt and trauma stays airless,

Lifeless,

Stagnant.

A hidden pool within us where all our lost things live.

Where all that which came in a pair becomes singular and useless.

And when we truly want to move on,

Our story lets us know that it is truly impossible.

And when we want to wholeheartedly love again,

Our protective story pulls us aside and reminds us that it's far too painful.

And when we want to heal,

Our broken story masks itself as a healer and takes us into her arms.

Promising to comfort us,

Vowing to fix us.

Praying we will not discover that it is her that is in need of healing.

It's okay dear soul,

Because our stories are just doing what all stories do in order to survive.

They perpetually rewrite themselves into existence,

Using any material we give them that validates their continuation.

But the death of a story is scary.

Not to the core of you dear one,

But to the mind,

Because it finds comfort in what is predictable,

Rehearsed and known.

So the mind depends on you becoming less,

So it can fit itself into you.

But the heart,

It's not so sticky,

It's not such high maintenance,

Nor does it require the indigo of ink to be seen and heard.

It validates itself by loving more,

By opening more,

By forgiving more.

The heart lives in between the story's words,

Along the ridge of the book's spine.

It is the paper itself that stitches and folds,

The beginning and the end,

The blank page before the pen,

And the writer herself.

And the heart,

The heart asks that you become more,

So you can fit into it.

Reviews

Sez's words are full of wisdom and have the most healing effect on my heart. Thank you for duch generosity and compassion.

So very lovely. Thank you for these beautifully articulated words. Sez’s writing and voice bring me endless comfort.

Your poetry is so encompassing; simple, complex, beautiful. I feel inspired each time I really listen🙏

Sez do you have the gift like Beethoven and Brahms with your words?

That was beautiful. I’m so attached to my pain story. But to be affirm that I’m not the only one and that the heart and love is still within me and what is keeping me is absolutely true and I needed that reminded. So well written!

Thank you! I have definitely been recommending this one to my friends! We sure appreciate your words!

Amazing. Loving your offerings. Am listening to some twice to get the full magic ✨️

Thank you for a very beautiful and insightful poem.

Wow. Amazing insight and care from beyond and a new favourite gift from you, thank you Sez✨

Very valuable metaphor on stories and the heart. It gave me a better understanding of my internal dynamics. Thank you, Sez!

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Will revisit this to take in the layers that are always present in Sez’s work. ♥️

Beautiful - as always your words touch my soul and fill my heart. Thank you 🤍

Beautiful ode to becoming.
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So much gratitude for all that you share. Always so moving and quietening... Thank you Sez, your light sines so sweetly. Much love 💕 x

My heart is beating to the vitality of knowing it’s healing. Thank you Sez.

Don’t allow the story of your wounds to define your narrative. Those characters and plot lines no longer serve us, as we can rewrite in new ink a beautiful new chapter. For years I allowed my fearful brain to fester in a identity of pain and anguish; now I am renewed, allowing myself to be who I always wanted to be. Let it go…❤️‍🩹➡️❤️

Made me cry, such beautiful imagery. Thank you so much, Sez 🙏💝🌟🙏

Another gorgeous meditation Sez!! Thank you so much for continuing to create and share: you have helped me so much.

Beautiful