Nataša Benedičič

The weary soul.
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It's like the universe doesn't let us forget some people 💫💜
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Language of certainty.
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I wish for something more.
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Speak your truth
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For the child within.
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Every void has a purpose.
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Shadows dance tanka.
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The garden of almost
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My grandparents on my father's side haven't lived long enough for me to meet them (or my father to actually know them). But I grew up beside the house they have lived in, and I've played and embraced the trees that they have touched. Note the hidden message.

#innerchildhealing  #poetryforthesoul

“Come play with me.” Her giggles wrapped in innocence.

Writing about the inner child connection has been the core of my writings for the past year. How about you, do you feel and hear the child within?

I've actually written a book about it - Whispers of the Inner Child
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Wound is a portal 💫
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The world would be a different place.
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The red thread.
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My soft rebellion is...
Writing poetry.
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Spring air has taught me freedom My rain-touched soul always adored the smell Sailing the melancholic seas with sails set high Joy was a language I had to translate As if it's my own unique treasure And parents have burnt the map

I let my inner child show me joy 💚
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We smile  a p p r o p r i a t e l y Gnawing on a secret  a l o n e No one survived girlhood clean Yet no story is written in stone I bled on  p u r p o s e With scissors between my forefinger and thumb Riding the f o r c e of self-destruction I could not shape my existence into “fits-all” A clear call for a  r e b i r t h Those walls were not mine to hold I would have chosen sisterhood over silence Had I found one ready to fly I was meant t o  s o a r In the fields of possibilities

Raising a daughter makes me revisit my girlhood.
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Our souls have OUTGROWN  s i l e n t  places We've dressed our HEARTS in vulnerability Only to discover heavy ghosts of the past mingling With the forgotten, unnamed, erased and silenced Dusted mirrors UNVEILING reflections of the feminine sacrifice From the MEMORY of ashes we rise now, giving it a voice Rage is a language we speak fluently We feel TO TRANSFORM

Rage is a language.
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Ways light has touched me.
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It's been ages since I danced barefoot in the open fields, yet my feet still recall the joy they touched. Like clothes we wore still soaked with memories. I swim in colours of my childhood reveries, walking with open heart on this milky way, where the child of the past is showing me how freeing it once felt to wear this ethereal soul woven with ancient stardust and sound. Lost raindrop meets starlight, a reflection of the delicacy that ripples throughout our bodies attached to the palpable experience. Roam the fields of your consciousness freely, you are not lost, divert your gaze and focus on what you see, not what you think should await you there.

I name myself lost.
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A soul's shift, soft as spring
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Where do the unfinished goodbyes go?
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Grateful you find it dreamy 💚

Hey hello, nice to meet you here as well. I'm not so active here, just pop up here and there 😊

My heart walks on needles of shame and grief Gazing behind to see the seeds of love still growing Real, just changing shape like the seasons Spreading over the wall we built Neither of us knows how to break Energy shifted with uneven effort Silent knowing of shared light remains Like hearing echoes of existence Recalling itself in another

Silent knowing of shared light 💫💜
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Feelings of an ocean soul.
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Peace soft as snow Covers my heated mind at nightfall Poetry lives here In the spaces between ribs and skin I hold seeds of spring in my hands Knowing spreads like mycelium Not scared anymore  Fingertips grasp the husk of the past All the déjà vu’s of my youth Took a seat at the table with me Emptiness of hibernation  Swept out with spring gale Soul stares out the window  Gazes towards the fields of opportunity Oh, what you can give Once you exhale all the boundaries

Poetry of spring 🌱
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Dear Child...
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