I feel put together
patchwork pieces
loose threads binding
the outer shell
shown to the world
begins to fall
as I embrace
myself.
I feel myself splitting
from fearful
unsure
always questioning
third eye seeing
truth
loyalty
justice
love
all hidden
for I felt I fell short
of what?
Only I know
and I am not divulging that secret
not quite yet.
I am strength.
I am wisdom.
I am a woman.
No one will take from me…..
my being,
my heart,
my soul,
for I am a woman who knows….
my worth,
my dreams,
my needs,
my desires…..
nevermore shall they be buried
beneath shifting sandbars
but the foundation upon which I stand
reaching skyward
not looking down
not seeking approval
for this is my life
to live my way
in my truth
now and for always.
©July 4/22
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