We Carry Our Stories. {Poem}

Via Alexa Torontow
on Jul 14, 2015
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We carry our stories like the clouds hold the rain.

Slowly collecting, moment by moment.

Woven into every layer and every cell.

As time passes

the pain, the trauma, the hurt and the joy

collects.

So subtlety. So quietly.

It fills and fills, until the perfectly imperfect moment of ripeness.

Pregnant with potential to over flow.

Expanding, filling, collecting

until it peaks.

The rain pours and the tears fall.

Freely, uncontrollably and necessarily.

Cyclically washing away what was.

Clearing for what is.

As we sweetly become more aware of this invisible process,

occurring within us and around us,

we may adjust what we decide to hold onto and for how long.

We may allow it to fall away

as sweetly as the clouds release the rain.

For we can’t stop the cycle,

yet we can refine how we maneuver among it.

Tuning into what has been woven

and what we are weaving

in each and every moment.

 

 

 

 

Author: Alexa Torontow

Editor: Renée Picard

Image: rwkphotography at Flickr 

 

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About Alexa Torontow

Alexa Torontow is a yoga teacher, writer and naturopathic medical student in Canada. She's wildly passionate about preventative health, mindful movement and discovering daily tools that help us feel better and live better. Connect with Alexa on Facebook, her Health and Wellness Facebook Page, Website, or through Instagram.

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One Response to “We Carry Our Stories. {Poem}”

  1. joan wells says:

    lovely poem. for years i didn’t cry. then, one day my girlfriend killed herself. she was terminally ill, but ended her life sooner than i was ready to lose her. i have no choice now, but to complete the cycle of healing. i cry now. thank you for your poem.