To move out of chaos
I must embrace it…
No more hiding… but
In turning, seeing, owning,
Each shadow.
Each wound,
Each doubt,
Each fear,
As mine, as me,
In knowing they have
Shaped me,
Moulded me,
Made me….
Every mistake,
Every fall,
Every failure,
Must be included,
Received…. loved…
To move out of chaos,
I must own my chaos,
Dropping false confidence,
All masks of competence…
Only truth
Will set me free…
Truth…
I am treasured,
I am loved….
I am no longer my own
But yours…
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