I lay naked and vulnerable
body upon the healing table of truth
crystals I could see lined along the wood underneath
through the tiny hole where I placed my face
The savage beast entered the room
I felt its presence draw closer to me
It touched me deep
It tore at my flesh
ripped it from my bones
left me screaming in terror to face my demons
I journeyed deep into the abyss of pain and darkness
each touch upon my flesh burned
and released a memory for me to face
cleansing tears flowed
and I wept and wept
The weeping created an integration within my soul
I saw a light and felt a delicious warmth
I swam in this deliciousness
and felt reborn
I wrote this poem describing (rather graphically) my 1st ever massage experience. My friend gave me the massage, she has the most beautiful tiny exquisite hands, and to look at them you would never believe they could stir up so much pain.
She shrieked with laughter when I shared the poem with her, I was going to frame it and gift it to her for her massage room..but she declined! Hahahhaha
I was amazed how I experienced a massage, and I completely love massage, I haven’t had one for at least 4 years now! *sigh* My friend moved away, and so did I and I just haven’t got round to finding a therapist who I feel comfortable with.
I must make that a goal!!