Silence. Be silent now. Be silent when he shouts in your ear as he covers your mouth.
Be silent because you fear they won’t believe you, because you fear you are the cause and problem.
Sisters, let us all come to together and stop the silence. We cannot heal or change if we hide away. It will only continue.
We cannot change until we start to recognise our own beauty, our own self-worth.
Let us start to heal from within. Take time everyday, every second to remind yourself that you are amazing, re-energize your spirit with pure light energy. Open up to the powers that lie within you to stand tall and make change.
I would like to share with you a poem I found written by Jamie Davies O’Leary. The poem is made for the domestic violence victims she teaches. Jamie Davies O’Leary is a yoga instructor and co-creator of yogaServe in Ohio.
The poem is based on healing after experiencing violence through yoga. I feel this is a great way of healing as it allows you to reconnect to yourself and everything around you. Often we can find our selves hiding in a dark shell and here is a way to come back into the light. Back into your own pure light energy.
I hope this inspires and helps all those who have experienced domestic violence as well as aid others who may know someone who has experienced violence and come together as one to help them heal.
You are symbolic, emblematic,
a flesh-and-body reminder standing before me of
all that is painful in this life,
Human skin and bones with the capacity to be broken, bruised, torn beyond recognition.
I am cautious about eyeing for too long your bruised arm, a cut, a jaw line swollen on your otherwise glorious face
or asking about injuries you may mention in offhanded fashion
at the start of class.
I’m sorry to take you back there.
This is supposed to be a refuge
Not a reminder
Or an interrogation
Or another reason to dissociate
Pull your mind away from its body, distrust it, fear it, maybe
It isn’t just physical.
Emotional wreckage hangs heavier.
Collectively, we feel it.
our way through that wreckage, casting pieces aside, moving slowly,
It’s like trying to run under water.
We do strengthening poses – I want to remind you of your fortitude.
Warrior Two, arms in T, lift up with power through your feet –
But it is I who feels weak.
The music plays lightly – I hope it’s not triggering,
But no matter what plays there’s a lyric that digs its way into my head.
“Forget the horror here, leave it all down here,
It’s future rust, and then it’s future dust.”
Foals – they haunt my own yoga practice.
“Forget the horror.”
For now, it seems you have.
There’s a point in each class where my own dark thoughts begin parting,
The heaviness abates.
We ride on the breath, rising, falling, evaporating –
The symbolism is too great to bear and words escape me.
It’s hard to be articulate when you’re moved.
There is a power in this.
I don’t need to tell you that.
Our breathe unites
Our postures flow
We move into the crevices, massaging the trauma, awakening memories,
Calming the body, rewiring the nerves,
You evolve before me.
What may have been a tragic reminder of the pain that others
Senseless levels of violence,
Damage – long-term: I see it in your face and trapped in your body and in
The eyes of your children who
Are here with you, too –
Is now a moment of hope.
There is hope for healing in all of us.
Remember a song that I played two weeks ago,
You are profoundly grateful to me.
These are basic movements,
But you are grateful.
You teach me how to see it.
Together we have shared – if nothing else
A brief moment of presence.
We were silent.
We were here.
We believed, if only for a second, in the capacity to feel calm, to feel okay, to be
In the body, to trust it – briefly,
to sense its power
the wisdom it holds
Wisdom of the ages
Universal strength that no amount of pain or exterior damage
Your resilience is stunning.
So are you.
Poem by Jamie Davies O’Leary
Taken from the elephantjournal.com