My cells are so full of life, love, and worth that my wounded piece can’t hold my body.
“That I’m not worth the love”
Yet, I’m not changing her mind. I’m not correcting her. I promised to her that she is safe with me.

Joanieedoe

“Why are you so anxious?”

The little girl said: “I believe that I’m not worth the love

I’m just scared

Not comfortable of receiving

I’m afraid I’m not worth it.

My nerves are screening in conflicts

My world is corrupting

My breath is shallowed

My belly is guarded

My mind is narrowed

My heart is constricted

My attention is escaping

My intention is distracted

I left my body when I’m experiencing worthlessness

My cells are so full of life, love, and worth that my wounded piece can’t hold my body

So she left, disconnected, shut down…

I’m hearing the discord…

It is the sound of the little girl’s weep

She is contained and safe with me

Joanieedoe

As I’m chasing down the course of the disturbed, unstable, unease, worrying, anxious frequency within my existence

I encountered her

“What are you worrying about?”

“That I’m not worth it”

“That I’m not worth the love”

That’s cute and adorable my love

Yet, I’m not changing her mind

I’m not correcting her

I promised to her that she is safe with me

She showed up as a quiet hedgehog

Just sitting here in silence

Her thorns are sharp in stillness

But it doesn’t hurt me

My heart opened up wider and wider for her

Feeling so peaceful with our coexistence

Not suggesting her to change in any way shape or form

Not even touching her

Just allowing, accepting, and holding

Holding her with so much love

I’m the most at peace in stillness and love