Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it " Dr Brene Brown
I looked around; I squirmed
So much of fakeness. Why?
The mirror called out to me
The darkness showed up
I quickly looked away
Memories returned, unwelcomed
The forbade fruits
A hate-filled heart
The lack of love for my own
The joy of hurt in another
The million times I reacted
When embrace was needed
Who am I? Fakeness?
I looked harder within
Just once perhaps, I persuaded the self
It's only a glimpse, how bad can it be?
As the light falls, the scars appear
I wanted to look away
It's not me I assured the self
I found courage to look again
Compassion inched in slowly
Understanding laced with joy
Acceptance triumphed
Soul beamed with the brightness
The beautiful memories of my life journey
No more scars, just memories
The many shades of my past, present and future
It was the healing light, the mind offered
The heart retaliated, NO!!!
A moment of celebration it concluded
A beautiful story indeed
Memories began to flow and flood
Washing away sins of judgement
The light shining brighter than ever
For more stories emerging from deep within
Neither attention nor approval is needed
Just owning my stories sets me free
Digging deep, setting me free
Deliberating, only to find more of me
Inspired, making better choices
Going forward, living in fullness
Walking in light, with shadows of darkness
Many colours, not just shades of grey
This new gift, of walking in darkness
Giving the heart, the courage to step in
Bending over to embrace the imperfect me
Deeply rooted in who I am
Compassion and courage, finally connected
Connecting with yet, another part of me