by. Ashley Caron Dear Beloved One, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the tears you’ve already cried And I’m sorry for the ones you haven’t cried yet. I’m sorry for the violence in your life The violence caused by parents and grandparents Who didn’t know any better The violence caused by selfish men Who didn’t care about how their wandering hands Would impact your life and your future The violence caused by ex-lovers Who felt the only way they could keep you Was to forcefully take what they wanted I’m sorry for all of this and so much more And I know you’re afraid. I know you’re confused about the world and your place in it I know you’re uncertain about your future But you can only begin to heal By looking at the darkness of your past By holding space for the pain of your present By slowly leaning into the fear and uncertainty of your future. And as you do As you begin to heal the wounds that never should have been inflicted As you release the shame that was never yours to carry As you free yourself from the smothering shackles of your past You’ll begin to hear a soft yearning in your heart A soft yearning of life calling you to play with it It’s calling you to laugh and cry and dance and love.
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