Along with our madness and wild flowers,
there comes the strangest kind of silence,
spraying every fiber of the beings and non-beings,
calling for more....
I’d love to be the voice of a soprano singer,
so I can move through all borders 
and see them vanish with every spell-­binding note.
I'd love to be the prayers of the devout,
so I can hear the story of the hearts
and see them soften with every sweet-sounding word.

Some days are easier,
Some days are tougher,
along with our madness and those resolute looks,
gliding through life here and there,
passing through crowds West to East,
every thought gives birth to a new dream,
every action gives rise to a new reality.
whatever has left to conquer, to search, to crave, 
my happiness can't be hidden any longer,
for she grows and glows,
stretching-out like the ferocious laurels,
to confess something sacred,
spilling-out like the untamed passions,
to name something lustful,
and like those favorite love poems,
to live in my heart,
and stay.

What they called the Garden of Eden,
I no longer in content,
the child I was,
I taste her in tears and blood,
I dress her in gold and compassion,
I walk her in love and beauty,
O' dear God, leave her in peace now!
Let no one, no world, no Hell, no Heaven,
to ever intervene,
the Greatest Love of my life. 

Poet’s Note:

I look at this picture of me as a five-year-old almost every night these days. Every time, I was horrified and disturbed. As a survivor of childhood narcissistic abuse, I have recovered much of self-love with virtually no foundation at all, although the healing process is one of the most painful experiences one can ever imagine.

Overcoming traumas, I’ve signed up with all my heart and soul to serve those who came from the same way. (I’ve just very recently become a mentor of some non- profit support groups and organisations for childhood PTSD recovery 😀)

Like the American dancer Isadora Duncan once remarked: as long as little children are allowed to suffer, there is no true love in this world…..

And always, with love, I send my gratitude to all of you❤️

Me, 5 years old

Just a recent photo of me
Posted by:Annabel

A Dancer, choreographer, A researcher who specializes in Religious Dance and Ritual Performance Study. My blog is the notepad of my consciousness in the modern era we live and a witness of my unique journey on earth, in the cosmos.

20 replies on “The Greatest Love of My Life

    1. So sweet are your words, dear Michele! ❤️🙏 Just doing my share to spread some kindness and hope to those who walk similar path as I. After all, I am the best candidate for the job😅😂😂

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    1. Wonderful to have you here with me, Gayatri💕🙏 and yes, without any support is extremely difficult. And what more tragic is that many of us go through life without even knowing the root of our suffering and many have become the the next generation of prosecutors. It’s too painful to face the deepest shame and guilt inflicted during early life…..
      Thanks again for supporting and lots of love to you, too🥂❤️🙏

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      1. Yes the early years are very sensitive and very easily moulded to make them person they will become , very few rise from this sufferings . I admire your strength to stand-up after such a struggle for more others , it means a lot not all can make it alone and would find the support through you.

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      2. Thank you for sharing such deep understanding and kindness, Gayatri🙏 Back then, I had no resources and no cultural, societal support to guide me. I made mistakes and shut myself down. And Yes, I’d love to help and see them reborn from ashes💕

        Everything happens for a reason, right? 😃🙏

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  1. No but I still think nobody ever has to face something like this ever , it questions the reason of existence when from a very close relation at such a young age . but its true its in suffering and pains endured one knows anothers . I told u I have a similar story and I relate to it , but my fight too wasn’t that easy , yes I had even more challenges all I could do is to move through it when time was right, I decided to stand strong for self.

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