Deep intense kneading
Stroked the flesh
Back and forth
With nimble fingers
Soothing massage oil
And hot basalt stone
Reaching deep tissue,
Releasing layers of
Buried traumas within
While finally forming
Thoughts and words
To articulate the pain
The little girl knew
Deep within her soul
But could not speak.
Her body memory
Revealed the truth,
Her personal truth,
Nestled within the
Cellular structures
Within her body.
The stone’s edge
Lifted the trauma
Turning it into words
Freeing the little girl’s
Lifelong broken heart.
As a woman she knows
And heeds her intuition
By doing so she follows
What she inherently needs.
–by Maria Mocha © 2020