feels like the outward validation
i should have sought within.
if only i was taught to love myself
from the beginning ,
it is not the generational curse
of misunderstanding boundaries and self worth,
the answer has always been
exploring what lies beneath the surface ,
defining my own purpose ,
recognizing the cost of dependency,
and fine tuning my frequency.
when i’m lost or need grounding,
is the altar i keep
with the faces of those who are most sacred,
dancing naked in the mirror
swirling until the trauma and fear
fall from my hips
and nothing but love rises to my lips.
home is the space i make to catch my breath,
and encourage proper rest,
where i remind myself that it is not a race
but a journey to be savored.
stillness and moments of reflection,
free of resistance and rejection,
a place to learn and to be ,