The Sacred Unfolding to Heal Yoni from Trauma

Sing, Muse, of the yoni, scarred and deep,

A sacred space where ancient sorrows sleep.

Of trauma’s touch, a shadow cast so long,

And how it heals, with courage, faith, and song.

From ages past, the whispers echo still,

Of wounded spirits, broken hearts, and ill

Treatment endured, a history untold,

A tapestry of pain, both new and old.

The yoni, gateway to life’s tender start,

Abused, betrayed, with a shattered heart.

Its vibrant energy, once free and bright,

Dimmed by the darkness of a starless night.

But hope remains, a flicker in the gloom,

A sacred promise, banishing the doom.

For healing comes, a gentle, flowing tide,

To cleanse the wounds where hidden hurts reside.

First, recognition, naming the unseen,

Acknowledging the pain that lies within.

No shame to bear, no guilt to hold so tight,

But truth embraced, bathed in forgiving light.

Then comes the breath, a steady, calming guide,

To soothe the nerves where anxieties hide.

Each inhale deep, a journey to the core,

Each exhale freeing, healing to restore.

The hands then rise, with tender, loving grace,

To gently touch this sacred, wounded space.

Self-compassion blooms, a fragrant, healing flower,

Empowering strength, reclaiming inner power.

With herbal baths, and oils of ancient lore,

The yoni softens, yearning to explore.

Rosewater whispers, lavender's sweet scent,

A balm for wounds, divinely heaven-sent.

The pelvic floor, contracted and in pain,

Begins to loosen, freedom to regain.

With gentle movements, circles soft and slow,

Releasing tension, letting healing flow.

Yoni eggs of jade, or rose quartz bright,

Awakening senses, bathed in gentle light.

They guide the muscles, strengthening with care,

Renewing pathways, making them aware.

The inner voice, once silenced and subdued,

Now finds its strength, misunderstood no more.

It speaks of boundaries, firm and crystal clear,

Protecting essence, banishing all fear.

For boundaries are love, a shield of purest gold,

To keep the sacred yoni safe, controlled.

No longer victim, but a sovereign queen,

Her power restored, vibrant and serene.

Through therapy’s embrace, the stories start to rise,

The buried traumas, mirrored in her eyes.

A safe container, held with utmost care,

To process pain, and find release from there.

The shadow work begins, exploring inner fears,

Unraveling the knots, drying all the tears.

For every layer shed, a brighter light appears,

Releasing baggage, accumulated through the years.

The ancestors are called, their wisdom to impart,

To heal the lineage, mending every heart.

The wounds of mothers, grandmothers of old,

Transmuted now, stories to be told.

The sisters gather, in a sacred, healing space,

Sharing their journeys, offering loving grace.

A circle of support, where truth can freely flow,

Empowering each woman, helping her to grow.

With mindful masturbation, pleasure is reclaimed,

The body celebrated, no longer shamed.

Each touch a blessing, honoring the divine,

A sensual awakening, truly serpentine.

For pleasure heals, it opens pathways wide,

To ecstasy and joy, where shadows cannot hide.

The yoni dances, free from all restraint,

Expressing beauty, a vibrant, joyful paint.

The sacral chakra blooms, a radiant orange hue,

Creative energy, vibrant, strong, and new.

The power to create, to nurture and to birth,

A sacred blessing, of immeasurable worth.

The yoni sings, a song of freedom’s flight,

A testament to courage, bathed in healing light.

From trauma’s darkness, she has risen strong,

A sacred unfolding, where she truly does belong.

So let us honor, this vessel of delight,

The yoni sacred, radiant, pure, and bright.

And celebrate the healing, that forever will remain,

A story of resilience, banishing all pain.