By Stephanie Needham
It’s not so much what makes my heart sing,
It’s more about the warm glow I long to feel
as the spark inside me blooms.
I am a woman too often burdened with heavy,
this may be the melancholic star I was born under-
family of origin sent me here.
My heart singing or pure joy –
is not a weave in my soft tissue.
But the call is to know joy.
The wisdom, to be joy
from the slow burn
of melancholic ways.
Stephanie Needham ©2022
Background story to this poem…
This poem was written by Stephanie Needham who is an IAJW member. During a recent Writing Alone Together Circle, our writing prompt was: What makes your heart sing?
Stephanie later wrote this poem flowing from the theme of our writing circle. I loved it and she gave permission for it to be shared here. I hope you are touched by her creative reflections.
About the Author
Stephanie Needham, B.A., B.Ed.,is a Registered Massage Therapist, a Certified Structural Integration Practitioner (Kinesis Myofascial Integration, and a Hatha and Yin Yoga Instructor. You can learn more about her work here www.StephanieNeedham.com
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