Breathe the word. I’m listening.

My heart is open. My mind is bathing.

Bring forth the sun. My spirit is basking.

Naked, releasing these things vulnerably.

I’m conveying as honestly as I possibly can.

A tree in a gale, I cling to roots that won’t fail me.

I shed branches and leaves that don’t serve a purpose in me.

These I give up freely as fear bares its fangs.

Birth pangs bring higher every day.