She Be a Poet ~ Healing Hands

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The days are so uncertain, yet, I am excited for what is to come,

Fingertips no longer sore, blistered and bloodied; trying to hold on.

Dramatic states passed before, there isn’t much that can shock,

I tread softly now, soles of my feet crushed velvet, barefoot, no socks.

I just stopped reaching, Carpal Tunnel took its toll,

Repetitive, negative syndrome, disabling beast, way out of control.

Fired shots from narcissists, I dodged their repellent game,

They tried and failed pathetically, altruism, they missed their aim.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet ~ 10 Thousand Steps

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I write this on a Sunday, a hotter than expected day heat on my back,

10 thousand steps, my legs felt them all in the woods, deep in muddy tracks.

Hazy sunshine reflection caressed the still of the water,

Divine familiar presence, an angel guiding my steps – I am her daughter.

Nature’s arms are open wide, I feel her, brave I snuggle close to the wind,

Setting cloudless intentions, the universe is listening –

negativity dumped in the bad vibes bin.

Selenite is glowing, protective crystals circle round,

They bask in moonlit hopes and glories, tender energy finally found.

10 thousand steps to here and my heartfelt words,

There is nowhere that I cannot move, winged intentions, free as a bird.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet ~ Epiphany Floats

Image Credit: Kate Anderson – Woman Floating Under The Full Moon

I’m tired of pondering on the past,

I mean, I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to feel bored, that’s not like me at all.

That third eye manifestation is real, I see it and it sees me, hello epiphanies, I’ll take your hits,

I love being awakened as you sprinkle sense and grit.

Always the same format though, I get down to get back up,

Hmmm…

But what if I rise instead?

Floating would be a heavenly change, the idea of ease is appealing,

Weightless, free from the bruises of repeated kneeling.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

Give Me a Word, Any Word & I Will Show You The Root of That Word is Greek ~ ‘Agoraphobia’

Photo Credit: www.layersofred.com ‘Girl at The Window’

Meaning: Fear of going outside and being in public places or of being in a situation from which it might be difficult to escape or in which help might not be available.

Agoraphobia is derived from the Greek word ‘Agora’ – Agora were central public spaces found in the city-states of Ancient Greece.

The Athenian Agora, in particular, lies beneath the northern slope of the famous and still standing today Acropolis. It is there that Athenians of Ancient Greece assembled to discuss business and affairs of the state by democratic thinking individuals of all ages and class. It was also a melting pot for the arts in all its forms from acting, singing and listening to the notable philosophers of the day. It truly was a place to hang out for everyone.

Sounds right up my street! Meeting friends, listening to the coolest new sounds, talking freely in the open about life, love, why some relationships turn sour and how other couples seem to have the whole work-life, love-life and having a life balance completely down! I can even see a dancefloor at the very core of this welcoming scene inviting everyone to express their souls through dance and movement whilst being enveloped by the whisperings of mythology and great meaning.

Normally, I would be totally down for going out, excited that I would enjoy some sort of memorable experience (within reason and standards) however, something in me has changed over the last few years and I must admit that I find this change exhausting. There was a time when I would arrive and swing the doors wide open, announcing my arrival with confidence and courage; I cannot remember the last time I did that. It is the intimate social gatherings I am nervous about and I hold my hands up to say that for anyone reading this who has sent me an invite and I didn’t show, I know that I have let you down and for that, I am so sorry.

When I think of the times I have missed out on, the opportunity to make more laugh out loud memories with my friends, meet new acquaintances and connect with the world at large; a new world at that. I find every reason not to go unless I have a wingman waiting for me at the door or I am going with a group of friends or family. I ask questions of myself all the time to get to the bottom of my debilitating behaviours. I do recognise that protecting myself is at the heart of this anxiety, the irrational fear that I am not safe and if I do not have a safety net arranged or waiting, panic and paranoia move in for the night.

I can see my ancestors right now, high up on Mountain Olympus debating how the Agora that brought so much joy, freedom and evolution, is now out of rational reach for so many. There are varying levels of Agoraphobia with symptoms depending on individual experience and whilst we find physical connections a strain, we can reach out to one another from behind our laptops and smartphones. This is not a long-term solution, but it is a step taken. A virtual Agora if you will, where we can debate and discuss how we can kick Agoraphobia’s butt – democratically of course!

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet ~ Sun-Kissed Soldier

Photo credit: www.thoughtcatalog.com

Where do I go from here if the sun isn’t shining on me?

How far will my weakened wings of doubt and distress fly?

Miracles stir when I whisper to my soul and it moves,

Fears rise to the surface exposing my hidden truth,

I bang on the door now my knuckles have renewed skin,

Quite sure my mind will open and invite me in.

I have visited this place before only different,

It makes the choices interesting – somewhat new,

A change of heart and gifting of affection,

No soldier to feed from left-over love – best lessons.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021