What is true surrender?
How to stop fighting?
I only know the why.
My heart is aching
Because I try and try and try ...
Constantly starving myself
From love
Permanently thinking
That I am not enough
"Oh my poor self"
This is self-pity
"Why can't I be as
Beautiful or pretty?"
"This is so selfish
You're superficial"
This is the judging voice
Sounds like an official
"Making yourself dependent
On looks. On other's opinions,
On not your own truths"
"Of course, you know best"
-that's the submissive one.
Digging deeper a knife
Into one's own throat.
"Whatever it takes
I will express myself"
-this is the fighter,
Not giving up.
"We need to stop,
This is too much"
The fearful voice
Afraid of touch,
"Uh you're so pathetic"
That's the *******,
Self-hurt multiplies
When it arrives.
"Let's do this again!"
The optimistic tone,
And there's the naive one
"I'm in, yes, yes, yes!"
"You can't be serious"
The everlasting anger
Trying to diminish
Whatever one thinks
And disappointment
Arises and lingers
In the air,
One is thrown into mist.
"I am so lost. I cannot see"
That's overwhelm
Coming over me.
This is where all the voices at once
Scream at me, talk to me,
Not one by one.
And overbearing with the emotion
One starts to drown in the dark and deep ocean,
Foggy the vision, nasty the mind,
One deeply lost, blurry and blind.
"Now are we satisfied?"
That's the expectation,
To make something outstanding
Out of every creation.
"Nah, could be better"
The perfectionist,
Trying to please...
Forgetting ease.
"My chest is burning"
Hypochondria churning,
Maybe the pressure is
Simply too much.
"You're so incapable!"
The inner critic,
Makes one feel hateful
Towards oneself.
"Wow, that's a lot"
Finally self-compassion,
Emerging slowly,
Comes into action.
"Burning" - exhaustion,
The energy released
And the heat in the body-
Increased.
"Is this awareness? What's my next step?"
Carefully wondering,
Still full of regret,
This is distrust,
Losing patience fast...
Helplessness howls,
Fear kicks in deeper,
"I think I can't breath,"
Anxiety croaks.
"When will it end?"
I ask and reply:
"It will not end,
Until I die."
Observing what is happening in the mind in an overwhelmed state.
