I am

  • a revision of an earlier expression of mine

 

I am

 

she tears at me from my depths

searing me

the rawness of her scares me at times

her force expansive and full

all at once a part of me and yet all of me

she gnaws and clamors,

seeking, hunting for a way out,

demanding release,

freedom.

never to escape.

never to be gone.

her savageness is my self.

her primal ferocity is mine – is me.

she hungers for indulgence,

her restlessness simmers

her right to be acknowledged met,

welcomed…

born by pain, blood, rage, howls and screams,

born by softness, solitude, silence and love.

her screams no longer silent.

my eyes shine with Her light ,set free to luminesce

my heart beats, as it always has, with our strength, now  feeling it

embracing it,

in the purest sense, knowing it.

aware of coming home to my self.

her and I, one now, we weep and rage and laugh and are

expressed and celebrated

found, brought forth, joined and embraced

 

I am

she is

we are

complete in our fractured pieces

perfect in our imperfection

beautiful in our brokenness

I am her as she is me

we are

 

I am

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