Remember
Go back and collect all the parts of yourself you left behind
Collect
Call
Reveal
Parts of you dripping with sweat at their striving to reach you
The violent dismemberment must end
Their exquisite skin and tender insides deserve your care
Tend
That which belongs to you. That which was created for YOU
Brilliant
Gather up your beauties
Mend and tend
Restore your temple
Find peace within its walls
Remember the delicate pieces that crumbled under the judgement of another
Remember the gift that you are to the world
Remember the parts you set aside to tend to others
Remember the tender pieces you wanted so much to be seen but felt you must put away in order to be loved
Remember the green shoots of you, ready to bloom, but which you covered over to fit in
Remember all you buried deep as a child as you tried to make sense of the world around you
Call forth the unanswered cries, the swallowed giggles, the fiery rage
Call it all back
Then remember further
Beyond yourself and down your line
The millennia of others unable to be free
Step forth for them all, but mostly
Step forth for you
For your glory is needed
Remember, that you come from stardust
That every part of you is precious
Remember, recollect
Re-member, re-collect
Bring it all back
When I'm feeling particularly taxed, I call myself back to myself by saying out-loud or in my head, my full, unmarried name. Like a mother, I call my child-self. I re-visit all the areas or situations which are playing over in my head and call myself back to myself instead of still allowing my energy to dwell in the moment. It seems to help me gain my strength back. That's what your poem reminded me of <3 very beautiful, Kim.
So beautiful