I have been too fearful of my own potential, my own strengths and my own voice. I let my broken pieces define me and became content with being a mess.
Is everyone this hard on themselves or am I too rigid to see that my flaws are human, nothing less. That my pain is identifiable that my fears are shackles of the brain, and my potential is undeniable.
Where did I learn to self-hate? Who can I truly Blame for such an ugly pattern of I’m not happy to wake up and see my own face.
I get so stuck in my misery that I block out the whole world until I feel like myself again.
It takes too much energy to dwell in the past, and even more to pass around smiles that are fake.
I find myself disconnecting from my core, and I see only the masquerade I bore. It gets dark, so dark when you’re an empath who can feel to the depths of ones soul.
I will take on all the negative energy but in hopes that something nurturing can be reborn.
They say don’t let anyone throw that on you and I won’t anymore. I won’t let anyone’s bad spirited energy over crowd my mind, I won’t let them tie my tongue. I won’t let their pry split my sight.
I feel myself reconnecting, as the universe opens up. I’m back in God’s grace. My soul can now move vibrantly to the Astro plane. Right back to the motherland, until God says it’s time for it to rest. I’ve been more humble than I’ve ever been, my writings deeper, my thoughts clearer and my emotions stable . It feels like cool water and I’m just ready to dive in.
My soul is dancing unapologetically.
It takes no form it fills the room, it makes arm hairs raise. She has been hibernate, closed off in locked doors regenerating her strength. She has been bruised, her dream catcher filled with borrowed sorrow. Her hunger unidentifiable so her belly grows large and her waist extends.
She is raptured in pure emotion not knowing whose feelings are hers or the other persons. Trying to devote time to destress. Trying to be self-aware as she navigates to a time of when she showed the grimiest of Grim Reapers the act of being self-less. Yunno the acts of kindness that have nothing to do with self, the ones that are profoundly announced, " No matter what I will be there" Those situations that have nothing to do with you but you still take the time to be compassionate and care. She has been tampered with, ignored neglected, but still rises with the air, she is rare🤍