Imported from Tumblr, Spring 2019

Some days lately it’s like standing on a precipice.

Of who I’ve been. and who I’m becoming.


Because the little girl in me wants to be still. Safe. Quiet and unseen. A bunny in a thornbush. Trapped there so long it feels like home.

But the soul knows when it’s hurting, because it’s clamoring to be freed. Future me says, “come out and find me. Let’s dance and play and fill our days with more laughter than grief and more hope than sorrow.”

And I’ve glimpsed the sunshine but I am not wholly accustomed to life outside the thornbush. But oh, how I want to be.

Do I have the courage.

To become

Who i am meant

To be?

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