How do I explain that I am whole;
wounded with little girl wings
flying high until the day they spread huge
and I can sore without any encouragement?
Spirit guides me but my human nature is effected
by your excruciating scrutiny of my decisions,
choices, and process of taking care of me
and the business at hand within my sacred space.
I know you love me and yet I still feel at times
not good enough - by the expression upon your lips
as you speak of all the different things you see
and think I don't or wish I could from your eyes.
And in this process we will grow stronger,
or we will disintegrate into the diseases darkness.
I choose growth in this moment, gratefully.
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