The word that’s become so important to my healing. When I allowed space for maybe around my deepest darkest thoughts and opinions about myself, I slowly opened a moat of possibility for me to swim in and out of. It made that black box smaller and smaller, surrounded by possibility. It has revolutionized me and disarmed all the things I used to make myself small. Where I feel most comfortable. So many things dragged me underground, and I started to think this world was trying to bury me. This is a story of how I thought I was a stone, but I was really a seed.
I am a seed, not a buried stone. As my heart grew cold it grew numb, as it grew numb, it started to rot. My rotting heart started to spread like roots in a sacred earth
I am planted.
This darkness is not concrete but dirt
Maybe, there’s purpose in my purposelessness,
A tree, not a weed
Maybe this stone must harbor the DNA of a seed to become who I’m meant to be
Maybe this time is different, and emotions aren’t the enemy
Next time I forget my power, maybe
Maybe, will bring me back to me.