On the process of outgrowing and unfolding into who we really are.
Looking back looking forward.
Motions moving in motion. The notions and lives I’ve lived and continue to live.
A distortion of the past. Cast upon the present tense, intense feelings underneath the smiles, all the while, unearthing moments of grief.
Disbelief that those persons I once was have now deceased.
Unleashing the present me, unforeseen, unseen till now. Watch out, I am not playing hide and seek, I’m sustaining the fire within.
Quieting the tears I once shed on my self made bed of nails.
It never fails to astound.
How profound it is to radically love myself putting past lives on the shelf as a reminder, that I no longer know who that is. And now?
Now I sit in my quiet space, unfazed. If don’t have to please your gaze. I’m here only fulfill my dreams one day at a time.
Undoing the crimes of the past, feeling like an outcast from the lives I’ve since created, dismantling the facades that once covered the walls of the self made prisons I built.
Putting together the torn and tattered pieces like a quilt that covers me, comforts me from my self made guilt.
And now finding freedom doesn’t seem like a dream deferred.
Welcome to my Queendom.
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Yes, Becoming yourself involves all of who you were and are❤️
Love this! And missed you! Hope you are well Eleana!
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