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Katarzyna Amritani Zuchniewicz Poem
Driven by the call of existence
I was urged to live my story,
I left the warmth of mother’s womb
to manifest Soul’s glory!
With courage of the bravest knight
I pulled through walls of safety,
with hope to feel the rays of sun,
to fill with Love what’s empty!
And soothing Love entered the heart
to let it know its meaning,
but not from all that meant to guide
and care, from the beginning.
The tiny heart without a chance
to do what heart knows truly,
received a blow that wounded it,
forever and cruelly.
A song of bliss suffered from silence,
and clouds covered child’s brightness,
and pain was heard even in Heaven,
Soul lost its voice and lightness!
So I collected the broken pieces
of heart afraid of trusting,
and hid them in the deepest depth,
to make it everlasting.
Protected by an iron shield,
and a sword that knows no fear,
The little heart still felt the pain,
because it couldn’t Be.
And what a warrior grew out of battles
that served to save my Being,
making my will strong as the shield,
making my will more willing!
While fighting with the biggest daemons,
and fears dreaming of safety,
the warrior also destroyed her joy,
and happiness…….so bravely!
But what the warrior has really longed for
was Love and recognition,
the heart was hidden though and betrayed,
the warrior failed in her mission.
Being a victim of my own protections
is not easy to swallow,
I’m ready now for a new direction,
There is a path to follow.
I honour you my loyal warrior,
and what you’ve done to save me,
but now it’s time for you to rest,
time for the heart to Be!
Copyright © Katarzyna Amritani Zuchniewicz | Year Posted 2023
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Katarzyna Amritani Zuchniewicz Poem
How do I tell you a story
of my broken wings’ glory,
of feathers that still learnt to hold me?
On this solid ground,
survival land
of swords and shields.
How do I reach your treasure,
through heart, without taking your measure,
without assuming your answers?
Free from roles and labelling,
empowering and enabling
your soul to come through.
How do I tell you a story,
embarrassing deeds’ inventory
that I’ve never been proud of?
Share my secrets and sins,
all my daemons’ wins
so you know me imperfect as I am.
I want to know how it feels
without those layers and peels
to be you at the rawest form.
Will you let me in
to the bones of your Being,
where your spirit is waiting to glow?
I have a space in my heart
for you too, to take its part.
I just need you to witness in silence
my pain of toxic shame,
flowing through my veins,
thinking “feelings are for the weakest”.
And when I trip over your painful comments
in those awkward moments,
I’ll still give you a hand when you need me.
Without rescuing and saving,
and your strength depriving
so you can walk alone if you need to.
But we can walk next to each other,
learn to accept one another,
and to respect different pathways to freedom.
So the wings can spread and fly to the highest sky,
And in the full moon, in my comfort zone,
I don’t need to howl alone, not any more!
Copyright © Katarzyna Amritani Zuchniewicz | Year Posted 2023
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