BY DIANNA LYNN JENSEN (AKA LADY PURPLE) POETIC JUSTICE

Smashed To Smithereens: 3 Heart, Healing & Recovery Haikus

Dianna Lynn Jensen
by Dianna Lynn Jensen
August 9, 2019
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BY DIANNA JENSEN

Heart

Smashed to smithereens
Bleeding, raw, speak expressions
Now softly healing

 

Healing

Aching pain holds us
Learn to be still, listen, feel
Release soul deeply

 

Recovery

Down arduous roads
On a path to recovery
To see the light shine

 

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I am a survivor of Generational Pain and co-dependency...and not allowed to talk about it. Silence is golden, NOT. I struggled most of my life to find the path to attack this affliction head on. Little did I know the vastness of its depth, distance, struggle, and strength, but I was bound and determined to see it through, it almost killed me a number of times, but what my mother did leave me was a strong persistence, to keep on keeping on, no matter what! Putting one foot in front of the other, picking myself up when I would crash to the ground of life. I wanted to find a better more effective way than that, that I had observed and lived in during the first 18 years of my life....I thought by leaving and getting out, seeing the world, experiencing it that all would be left behind. So, I dumped the baggage, chaos, and pain of my life where I picked it up....or so I thought. Life taught me differently, that it had to be acknowledged, felt and allowed to heal, then freedom would be found. I DID IT!! (and am still doing it). It is a lifetime journey, but one I have had no regrets taking. I am happy, content, peaceful, which I never thought I would be. NAMASTE.

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