bethdahill

[bethdahill]

2017 for me has been mostly about tears, and grief. Grief for many things, many un-grieved things, of which there are many, and of which my body chose this time to express, and I’m grateful, because every tear of grief, is also the water of my rebirth - of which I’ve discovered - life has many. And I’ve learned too that grief is not something to hide from or to fear or to have shame about. Grief is a humbling thing. It pulls you out of your dulled shell, allows you to scream out your deepest and long-held agonies, and allows you to be free. I loved this quote from a beautiful book I’m reading on this subject : ”The water of the ocean is salty because it is made of the tears of all the grief of all the world’s losses since forever. So it is that the water of all grief - the ocean - is the womb that gives birth to all life. So all life and happiness are born from a womb of life’s grief. Understanding this will make it so you can grieve and your grief will also go to add to the great life-birthing ocean.” ~ from The Smell of Rain on Dust and 📷

[bethdahill]

The property of my body - I have never felt myself to be the owner of the property of my body. I have never felt that the property of my body belonged to me. I have always felt, often felt, that the property of my body belonged to men. First, to my father. Who would strike with words, and hands that stung and bruised the property of my body. Then school. Other boys. The looks, The touches The glares. Then magazines. TV. That contorted the property of my body because the property of my body belonged to them. To state. To fashion. To models. To patriarchy. Not only in the minds of men But also in the minds of other women too who had swallowed the lies and contorted themselves to a body that wasn’t theirs. And so yes, now. The property of my body must be reclaimed. Brought back. Into my own hands. The property of my body must! belong! to me. #body #ownership #property #identity #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #instapoet #woman #heart #goddess #feminine

[bethdahill]

Poetry writes the tears that my eyes can’t weep Poetry writes the joy that my mouth can’t sing Poetry writes the music that my fingers can’t play And poetry writes the words that my heart can never say. 😍Aww. - To all the poets, artists, musicians. Poetry. Art. Music - Writes away all our tears. Colours our fears. Sings away our blues. 🖤 #tears #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #instapoet #woman

[bethdahill]

Yes. I can grow flowers in my womb. I just lifted the ocean up, from her ocean bed. I just carried stars in the pockets of my eyes, and I just let water run down my lips and blood drip from my hips. Yes, sweet love. I can grow flowers in my womb. #flowers #womb #ocean #stars #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #instapoet #woman

[bethdahill]

Yes. I can grow flowers in my womb. I just lifted the ocean up, from her ocean bed. I just carried stars in the pockets of my eyes, and I just let water run down my lips and blood drip from my hips. Yes, sweet love. I can grow flowers in my womb. #flowers #womb #ocean #stars #love #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #instapoet #woman #heart #goddess #feminine Image @carlota_guerrero

[bethdahill]

I keep falling down black holes, like black holes are destinations that my mother taught me I should go. Like black holes are places that women like me need to go, like black holes are countries and I am the footsteps of those who came before me. Like black holes are homes. But black holes aren’t homes. We can’t live in them. Black holes are places we fall into but that we fall out to too. To the other side. To another life. To places that we always dreamed to go but we never knew how to get there. Black holes are the secret causeways that God made when you asked Him if you could be free. Black holes are the secret hands that the universe is holding out to you saying “Jump, jump little one! I am holding you all the way.” 🖤

[bethdahill]

I put my pain in a pink envelope and sealed it up. Because my pain had no boundaries. It would leak into every corner of my mind. Eating up my sanity. My good will. Grinding me down until I became smaller and smaller. You could barely hear me. Just a peep. A squeak. So I had to put it away for a while. Into a pink paper grow bag. It would grow in there. I mixed it with some love and lots of prayer. Lots and lots of prayer. And so I'm hoping one day it won't be pain anymore. That one day my heart won't break. That blood won't keep seeping down the sides of my rib cage. That one day the pain will have healed. And I. I will be a butterfly. 🦋🌟🦋🌟🦋#butterfly #pain #healing #pink #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #instapoet #woman #heart #goddess #feminine

[bethdahill]

I took my rage planted her into a little bag inside myself and pulled tight I took my rage filled up a bottle like whisky and drank I took my rage cradled her in my arms until I broke, broke and cried I took my rage fell to the floor in despair as tears rolled down my face I took my rage planted her back into myself let her seep into my cracks like rain And then I took my rage let her water me back to health, and whispered into her ear Thank you— You moved me and broke me Abandoned me and ruined me Revived me, then enlivened me, thank you And then my rage took me Opened me like a book Shouted at the top of her lungs— And don't ever, ever leave yourself again #rage #abandon #selflove #tears #plantlove #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity

[bethdahill]

Trust that the gold of your unadorned truth will speak for itself. We don't need sandcastles any more. ❤️ #sandcastles #odetobeyonce #bethyoko #truth #gold #voice #naked #bare #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity

[bethdahill]

Dance with me!
Dance with me little one!
Let the firelight of your soul
be broken into a thousand earthly pieces.
Let the raging fires that hunger in the caverns of your desire
burn for eternity and 
let the earth of delusion burst into flames and let the ashes of her regret be the dusty poison of sin lingering on your lips when we speak. 🔥🔥🔥 #tbt #sin #regret #burn #flames #poison #dust #rage #hell #love #lust #desire #music #soul #eternity #dance #woman #wild #poetsofinstagram #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetess #poetry #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn

[bethdahill]

#tbt #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #woman #heart #wounds #healing #flowers #pain

[bethdahill]

Mother. Love. Legacy. Ancestry. Roots. The loves that bind. 🌻🌻🌻#mother #love #ancestry #roots #village #loves #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #instapoet #woman #heart

[bethdahill]

Love, love, love, love, love. 💖 #love #beautiful #heart #courage #gentle #tender #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity #instapoet #woman

[bethdahill]

YES, is the answer, YES. As painful as it is, this is the journey. We have all been broken in some way, it's an inevitable, difficult part of life, but what is TRUE cannot be broken, the pieces in between the broken pieces - pick those up, and reclaim yourself. You are not broken and nor are they. The more of yourself you can pick up, the more of others you can pick up too. 🙌🏻 #love #broken #pieces #reclaim #self #selflove #selfcare #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers

[bethdahill]

So much of being happy, truly happy, is in our thinking. I've been unwell recently, and had a scourge of painful thoughts swirling around my mind. Thankfully I am recovering now but again and again I see. I see that as we have boundaries "out there", we have internal ones too. And our thoughts can self-harm or they can self-love. Navigating that terrain is a lifetimes work to happy. Truly happy. ☀️#happy #happiness #boundaries #selflove #selfharm #selfcare #instapoet #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite

[bethdahill]

Isn't love strange. Getting older I understand more and more the beautiful aching lines from Kahlil Gibran, "For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth." and "Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed; for Love is sufficient unto Love." ❤️ #love #chooselove #kahlilgibran #bethyoko #nobodytoldmebeautiful #love #beautiful #poetry #poetess #newbook #writer #writing #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetrybook #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #word #words #wordporn #instawrite #poetrylovers #writingcommunity

[bethdahill]

Thankfully I'm starting to collect around me a group of men whom I adore. They are sensitive, emotional, colourful and yet I've seen their shame in feeling that they don't fit in, they don't fit the "masculine mould" yet what I'd like to say is that you do. Oh my god, you so do, it's just that you're looking the wrong way. It's not out there that you'll find the masculine, it's right where you are. Because, you see, that "out there mould" is broken. It's not working for you, and let me tell you it's not working for so many of us women too. More than anything we want men who can listen, who can hold, who have insight and instinct and intuition too, and we are strong. We are not weak. As you hold us, we will hold you too. ❤️ #masculine #feminine #relationship #love #sex #friendship #partnership #truth #words #poetry #instapoet #woman #man #love #heart #bethyoko #poem #word