Her Sorrow

When I heard her voice
I felt her pain.
Like a song that has gone unsung,
hundreds of miles away.
Hidden from plain sight, I felt her plight.
Nothing but fighting, battle energy
attached to her aura.
Suffering in silence.
Her inability to express
repressed deep seated trauma from childhood.
Closed her off emotionally to the world,
Like many who are blinded by pain
due to their fight/flight mode programming.

So much resistance to change,
so many mental projections of unworthiness; which
created an acceptance to liars, thieves, selfish, disrespectful men and women stumbling into her life.

Not ready to be released from captivity..
For a moment I petition the heavens from within to be awakened, shaken her to the core.
Catalyze her to atone, absolve, and forge ahead.
Breaking bread with only those worthy of her trust,
worthy of her time, and her energy.

I know I am insinuating thoughts of saving another neteru from herself..
An appeasing gesture, but insupportable.
But for that moment I wondered in silence.