There are few joys on par with the celebration that the soul experiences when one digs into the comfort of self. Everyday I fall in love with myself more and more. This is such a great feat as I face … Continue reading
Like a contortionist, I have bent myself backwards, reshaped my frame, bowed and twisted the actions I wear and folded my words back into my mouth.
Building this story like a house of cards, I move with the greatest caution; stacking each hope upon the last, my fairy tale mansion made out of dreams. One card for each time I fall in love with something new, each strength you possess, each transformative quality of how your character has manifested and grown from its seed; the man who figured out how to become what he’s never seen, the gentleness that cradles, even from a distance.
There has been a wild and radical growth inside of me, stretching me so deep that it sometimes hurts. Often I find myself questioning my capacity- to hold myself together with the balances shifting so sudden and profound. I want to be what you desire. And although my capacity for shutting down can almost not be rivaled, please be gentle with pulling me back.
Don’t let me lose me, inside my head. Don’t let me break me, inside my frame. Help me to stand on your truths as they are. Help me to hold you, in all the ways that you need.