Emotions are tough to corral, tougher still to name.

Some mornings, journalling surprises me with what flows out.

Case in point: this morning’s words morphed into a poem of grief and loss. Or is it about these times? The vitriol, anger, war, power struggles, the sides we take, the shade we cast.

Or simply, a lifetime of swallowing words to present the ‘good girl’ my mother trained me to be?

Seventy-one years on, I’m still unwinding those lessons that do not serve me well.

Living is a journey: inward, outward, a journey of letting go. Claiming my right to be all my emotions. Fearlessly. Authentically. Vulnerably. Me.

What about you? Do you struggle to unwind childhood lessons that no longer serve? Have you found a way to rage, to scream, to run through fear and release the ‘ought to be’—to be Fearless. Authentically. Vulnerably. You?

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RAW
by Louise Gallagher

RAGE 

Let me 
know you, 
Let me
feel 
your hot breath 
scorch 
niceties 
expelled 
on fake smiles 
pasted 
in place. 

FEAR 

Let me lose 
all memory 
of what a good girl
oughta’ do. 
Let me 
burn 
the fetid stench 
of good manners 
stomp 
angry words 
scorching 
my tongue, 
held 
still. 

RELEASE 

Let me 
wail 
Let me 
scream
your name 
full of
memories
entwined
drowning
my senses 
overflowing 
the empty spaces
left behind.

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