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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.