𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈’ 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁
𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈
𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇
𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉.
𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁 –
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓈.
𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈
𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇
𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉.
𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁 –
𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉.
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Our words lose their power when
we don’t use them with respect, and instead use them to steal our own power. When
we speak unkindly of others. When we break the promises we make. But a weakened
word can be strengthened – just like a muscle.
Strong words are spells. When you
say something and truly mean it, you create. Words like that hold profound
power: you can bring healing, spark transformation, shift the course of your
life – or someone else's. Even re-write your family story.
Our family stories are, in many
ways, both alike and different. Many words were left unspoken.
Many emotions, unexpressed. Many situations, unresolved and untouched for
generations.
Words – spoken with care – can
work magic. Even on things that have been stuck for so long that they feel
unchangeable. Therefore, let’s stay aware of the power in our words, and use
them with love and intention.
When you know what you wish to
create, it becomes easier to shape it. This piece of poetry is my way of honouring
the hardships, pain, and fear my ancestors endured. It is my attempt to heal
through words – to step into my power by giving voice to what I know and feel
of their story. It is my way of calling in love. Of choosing to wrap my
ancestors’ struggles in words of healing. Of watching their suffering begin to
dissolve, as I release the parts of me still carrying their unspoken pain by
choosing to love them instead.
Words hold power.
May we use them as gentle spells –
to bring healing.
to build peace.
to conspire wholeness – within ourselves, and within our shared community.
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May peace be with you.
♡ Hele
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