I'll Trade My Sorrow: Trading The Pain of Yesterday for a Journey that Frees Your Soul

By Cynthia Primm

New life Can emerge From shadows. Voices can Become song. If in fleeting moments We believe.... Do you feel like you are always chasing the shadow of your worth and value? ? Cynthia Primm' s revised and expanded edition?of I' ll Trade My Sorrow?will encourage you to find your own road to self-discovery and healing. Through Primm' s heartfelt poems, written from the joys and pains of learning to love herself, expect to discover what makes your own heart dance. ? I' ll Trade My Sorrow?chronicles one woman' s journey over dysfunction, pain, and low self-esteem. Travel with Primm on an evocative journey to experience what happens when you trade the sorrow of your past for the wealth of self-love, despite life' s opposing circumstances. ? This collection of thoughtful, revealing, and poignant poems provide hope that your life journey can be successful, even when facing the common pains and obstacles many women share. Primm' s personal struggles are relatable and inspiring. Her writings offer a positive approach for women, young and old, who long to trade their sorrow for joy. ? Each poetic section allows for a closer look at how environment and circumstance can dictate one' s self-worth, but each also shows how a renewed sense of self is not only attainable, but possible. ? For the complete journey from sorrow to joy, pick up a copy of Cynthia' s newest release, the sequel to?I' ll Trade my Sorrow— I Found My Joy.?

• Language: English
• Publisher: HigherLife Publishing
• Release date: Oct 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9781958211250

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Introduction

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

—KAHLIL GIBRAN (THE WINTER OF YOUR GRIEF)

IT WAS IN THE BEGINNINGS OF SPRING, just on the edge of winter, that I was born into this world. Each of us starts our journey in a season. Then we had much to learn, absorb, and observe. Most importantly, we learned a pattern of getting our needs met. First those of hunger, thirst; our need for warmth and cooling. Then needs of safety, security, and love. All these needs are met in some way, and we develop, in the very early stages of our life, a pattern, a cycle, a rhythm that we follow as naturally as we breathe. In and out, through our ups and downs, we work against our own growth in exchange for certainty. But what if the pattern we learned to make sure our needs were met when we were young led us to repeat a cycle of pain that is unnecessary?

Is this why I always identify with the breaking in each cycle of growth more than in the joy of a new and different day?

My beginnings are not that different from millions of others in this country. Although each circumstance is, in its own way, unique, I do not feel alone or isolated in my struggles. The latest statistics prove I am not alone at all. My mother, if she were still alive, would have been one of the estimated twelve million Americans that struggle with a disease of addiction, alcoholism. My father, born the youngest of ten boys to a brigadier general and his wife, learned to fight at an early age and when he was angry, only seemingly knew relief when he was swinging. With