Being in the space
of my messy truth
without the light
of my soul
is like
breathing without oxygen

and trying to find my way
in the dark.

Being in the light of my
soul
without the depth
of my truth
is like talking
about something
as if it's not there
when it is right in front of me,
arms outstretched,
begging
to be held.

Today in the most
rugged and ragged
of places and spaces

I choose the courage

to bring it all together.

Lighting my darkness.

Allowing my soul

to be the crucible
 

for my messy truth.

Holding while being held.

 

 

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