Each of us lives our story,
With ups and downs on the path.
The body takes inventory,
Of both the beauty and the wrath.
Trauma hangs on tightly,
To keep the story alive.
Painfully trying to fight me,
In order to survive.
Victory over the pain,
Manifests when I can let go.
Forgiveness sets off a chain,
Of healing transformational flow.
The memory never leaves,
But I shift into compassion.
Life reflects what I perceive,
Putting the Love force into action.
Accountable for how I feel,
As the master of my destiny.
My inner world will always reveal,
How I transmute trauma into ecstasy.