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“Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience and Other Essays: Collected Essays of Henry David Thoreau

i think about this a great deal. so often we live our lives wishing we could do something else. dreaming of a different life. we listen to that voice that tells us we can’t, or we shouldn’t. often times there is one person in our lives who tells us we are not good enough and we believe them. we integrate their negative comments into our unconscious and it becomes a part of us. as a therapist, a great deal of the work i do is to help people to realize that negative voice is not their own and they no longer have to believe it, own it or carry it with them. easier said than done, but once it starts to sink in it is amazing how dramatically our lives can change.

i stumbled upon an old poem i wrote on this topic and thought i’d share it with you. let me know what you think…

she reached out into darkness
and more darkness came
dark upon dark
and more of the same

one day she felt warmth
and had a sense of light
she reached up rather than out
to reach beyond the endless night

blindly she struggled
punching holes of air
to discover a glow
that had always been there

tangled in web and root
hope pushed her through
stopped by the rattle of chains
she laughed “the warden is you!

©L. Conquet