I don’t want to hide anymore.
I don’t want to be ashamed of who I am.
I was surprised when I was moved to tears earlier today while sitting with one of my supervisors at work. I was startled by the intensity of rage and grief I felt stirring inside me. I hadn’t expected it.
I am my own worst enemy.
I do battle with myself every single day, and I am exhausted by it.
I feel raw, and yet, not raw enough. I want to strip all the way down and lay myself bare. Make of myself an offering. As if maybe then, I wouldn’t have to feel so alone. Or maybe, just maybe, it would be okay even if I were alone.
I want to see myself with clear eyes. I want to love what it is already here.
Odd birds can be beautiful.
I can be beautiful. It’s even possible that I already am.