Fitting....

I have never been one for poetry, however, more and more I feel my inner self connecting to it; hanging onto its every word. I'll be honest my road this semester has been long and hard, and it's no where near done. I came down here expecting to do maintenance/support work with my counselor thinking that I was long done any trauma work. Little did I know that were still untouched memories. The further I dive, the more I process, the more it feels like I dare. Turning every unknown corner scares the shit out of me in a way I can't even begin to explain. Just as this poem says though, it's the burst of freedom and broken chains of past memories explored that remind me that I will get through this. I'm going to be the best damn trauma therapist ever, oh and humble too might I add...ha ha ha

Darest thou now, O Soul by Walt Whitman

Darest thou now, O Soul,

Walk out with me toward the Unknown Region,

Where neither ground is for the feet, nor any path to follow?

No map, there, nor guide,

Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,

Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.

I know it not, O Soul;

Nor dost thou--all is a blank before us;

All waits, undream'd of, in that region--that inaccessible land.

Till, when the ties loosen,

All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,

Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds, bound us.

Then we burst forth--we float,

In Time and Space, O Soul--prepared for them;

Equal, equipt at last--(O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil, O Soul.