Sharing About Feeling Like A Burden & A Monday Evening Poem

Uncomfortably, Beautifully Human

I was sharing with my oldest brother how I felt like a burden, to my family, to my friends, to myself, how I felt like a complete failure. The months leading up to this conversation I’d made some big changes in my life after realising the way I was living wasn’t going to nourish me in the long-term, realising the way I was showing up wasn’t fully true to who I was or what I wanted to experience. Many of these changes felt so scary, I remember asking life back in April “show me what my heart and soul truly want to experience”, and feeling willing to follow wherever it would take me.

That conversation with my older brother felt like a pivotal moment for me, I can see how a lot of the things I had been doing and who I was being, were attempts to prove something about who I was, to be seen for who I really was, and when the success that I perceived as success felt unmanageable, I was afraid to let it go because I thought that it would mean letting go of the validation that I thought I needed. The permission I thought I needed. A young Emma wanted to be seen so badly, because she spent many years hiding from being herself, suppressing the gift that is who she is, by simply being herself.

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It feels strange to say that now, to see simply my presence and my being as enough. To trust that whatever arises from that being as enough. Although this is definitely a way of living I’m continuing to practice and learn about, I’ve found the peace in choosing to operate this way, in a world that operates based on what you do. Think, how many times when you first meet someone have you been asked “what do you do?”, as if that defines who you are, what if instead we asked “tell me about you”, “how are you feeling” - what if we all created spaces to share openly, transparently, to feel safe and held to simply share what is our truth in that moment. I believe, it starts with exploring the inner conflicts within ourselves. The conflicts that arise from trying to escape, from judging the phase we’re in right now. From seeing where we are as not good enough, who we are, where we are as not successful.

A plant doesn’t try to skip the phase of being a seed, and still grows into it the full essence that existed inside of that seed. Nor does it try to resist when its death feeds the soil for new life to grow.

There’s a common saying “be the change you want to see in the world”. Emma, a few months ago would’ve shared she felt that she was a burden to the world by doing what she wanted to do in this phase of her life, by being who she is right now. I felt inspired to share my truth now, to remind you that it’s okay to feel like a burden and, to also remind you that you’re not one. To share with you, that, right now, I’m choosing to just be, enjoy life and create without putting pressure on myself to do anything else. Here, in the form of a poem, is what surfaces for me around choosing this.

Burden

Am I even deserving?

Of a home where I’m not just observing

My life

As it drifts on by

Sometimes I feel as though I’m looking out of a window

Where the glass is frosted

The snowfall touches the winters of my life

A breathe, a deep sigh

To now know who I am

Back in the days I began

To run far away from my homeland

The days that I sang to soothe

Holding a tune

A hot air balloon

Weightless

Amazement

The heaviness still has moments where it pulls me down

Back when I forgot how to touch the ground

Because I was following the remembrance of the heavens

High vibrations

Yet always escaping

A prison that I had built for myself

Where what I needed belonged at the back of a shelf

I delved so deep I forgot what it meant to be human

I forgot what it meant to be me

I wanted so badly to feel free

That I forgot my own needs

To feel at peace

Yet, be seen in all that I am

How far have I swam

Yet, I feel I’m going in circles

Stuck in a whirlpool

Where I keep having to start all over again

Where I keep having to pretend

Having to mend

I’m angry

I’m frustrated

Yet, I’m calm

At peace

Because I find ease in chaos

I find relaxation riding the waves

Can I pave a new way?

Can I rise from this grave?

Can I just write?

Can I arrive?

Can I sing?

I don’t know

I suppose I only want to just be

I have so many questions

That I no longer want answered

Because someone once told me

The answer is found in the question

The suggestion is that we already know

The seeds we are destined to sew

That life, can’t always be only flow

Because even the river crashes into rocks

Sometimes the unconscious knocks on the door of our hearts

To ask us to see what we once suppressed

The test of the parts we neglected

That over protected

Disrespected

How deeply they were affected by the world

We’re all only young girls

And boys

Trying not to destroy our dreams

Trying to trust what our hearts believe

And not lean into greed and pride

To walk this way you must let yourself die into new evolutions

Birth new ways of being

Feeling

Healing

Because everything is change

Yet, in that change, the I am that I am, is always the same

with love,

Emma

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with love,

Emma

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