A poem I wrote while on a plant medicine journey.

I wrote this poem after a pretty deep plant medicine journey. I had strong visualisations and saw myself cut the cords of my female lineages trauma.

Suit of Scorn

My love, take off your suit of scorn

The one into which you were born

It wasn’t yours to carry around

Your whole life it has kept you bound.

The pain of others, so easy to carry

Taking it to the one you marry

To end up in a bitter fight

Try stay afloat with all your might .

Never feeling safe, in permanent fear

Projecting to those you hold so dear

Take off that suit, my tired one

It’s time to be free, you’re free, go run.

So lay down all your scorn and fear

Always know that I am here

From my heart, unconditional love pours

Know that it has always been yours.

By Nicola Cook