Poetic Journey in Personal Discovery

She Shared Her Story…

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I heard you tell your story, from start to finish you shared your truth

I listened in silence to your voice as you spoke the words once dead inside of you

You stood before us all, naked and exposed in unsolicited honesty

I found myself in awe of your determination and strength


Without hesitation the words flowed from your heart, as if they were taking their first breath

There was a light present around you, like the fear finally had left

Your start in life was painful, and life became more damaging over time

I consider it amazing that you are still alive


My heart broke for you as I watched some of your pain turn to dust in the air

I felt your struggles to my core; I could touch your despair

Your story was one of survival against uncommon and unimaginable odds

I marvel when I consider what it must have taken to not lose heart


I pray you know your courage and power; you faced dark fear and overcame

Stamped with burdens which threated to take you out of life’s game

I question if I could be as honest, if I could speak my truths out loud

If I would have the courage to melt down my masked state in front of a crowd

Would I have the strength to stand while sharing that which has crippled me

I don’t even know if I could be as transparent with myself, If I’d be willing to see


We protect our secrets as if they are worthy of sacred worship

As if they are so fragile yet powerful that they will die and take us with them once surfaced

Maybe if they died, we would lose ourselves and no longer be whole

They may not be healthy, but we nourish them in our drowning souls


To keep them is to continue with the weight we’ve accepted as part of our journey

To let them go, we’d have to find a new truth inside.  What would that look like? What would be?

What if that which has defined us is all that we really are

Would pealing back the layers to reveal the underneath be worth the risk of deeper scars?


It’s said that our secrets keep us sick, yet we cling tightly to unshackled chains, illusory binds

The only thing holding us back is our refusal to let go; we are free to walk away any time

The freedom you appear to know I covet, desiring it for my own

I want to lay my secrets down; I want to let them go

To let them exist only as faded memories of a life they helped shape, but not permanently define

Like words on a page which have left the confines of my heart and mind

The power I give them, the refuge I supply to sustain them

I seek to dissolve over time as I begin again


Thank you for sharing the hope and triumph you discovered in your life

Thank you for inviting me into your world, if only for one night

One never knows how much they will touch someone in thought, word, or deed

I want you  to know you’ve touched my life and helped closed eyes to see


©E.D. Allee

August 30, 2013


Comments on: "She Shared Her Story…" (12)

  1. love this, amazing job!

    • Thanks so much! It was my first time at a new meeting last night- I really hope I see this courageous woman again next week- I want to give her this. I think it’s important to know we’ve made a difference in the lives of others- goes unspoken too often. I have never met her- still haven’t- but she was an impact for sure. Just further testament to the connections we make with strangers- somewhat effortless and very powerful! Thanks again!

  2. Absolutely amazing!!! This should be required reading for women new in recovery. It can change the “tape” that most of us have on autoplay. Our stories,struggles and fears not only mold our future, but they can heal another soul if we are brave enough to share.

    • Thanks lady- “required reading”- That’s tooooo fun! Thank you for being part of my journey and sharing some of yours with me- it’s had/is having the same effect!

  3. To my confidant oceans apart, your words reach out knowing my own heart, but how do you delve into my truth when it is your own. Your brilliance is above knows no bounds yet through your pain you shine as your own North Star; sparking a truth I am yet to face but now I know how to start the letter. A

    • Thank you for your beautiful and moving sentiments. While I wish you didn’t share my pain- I am glad you can connect here and know you are not alone in your struggles. I’m glad to know you and wish you much comfort and beauty!

  4. Wow. So many great lines in this one, but this one resonated with me: “We protect our secrets as if they are worthy of sacred worship”. I think that this is very true, but perhaps also a problem at times. Some secrets may not be worthy of sacred worship. Just fantastic work.

    • Thank you. I agree completely. I’ve heard it said that “our secrets keep us sick”… Potent poison at times. Of course nothing is a secret from God.

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      • I think that is true also. Secrets can hurt others but they also hurt the one with the secret. Perhaps because we know nothing is secret from God is part of the reason why they can keep us so sick.

      • Never thought of it that way. An awareness of the delusion of secrecy unveiling self-condemnation through intuitive conviction… Hmmm (that made sense in my head)???

  5. Yes, I like the way you put that: “The awareness of the delusion of secrecy unveiling […]” and the keyword maybe be delusion. In order to keep a secret we have to have the delusion that nobody will find out, but the pain comes in that we already know that someone has found out. I love how much your work makes me think. Keep it up.

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