Come to the surface, We need to meet again.
I can’t help myself found another question,
couldn’t kick it after our last session.
Don’t give me that look… I know you are tired this.
But it’s a process and I want to get to know you…
Work with me no need to be afraid, You know what to do…
Now give me that pen… sit down and start dishing.
I’m not fishing I just have to know,
at what point did you start to show?
At what point did we give up the voice in me?
Did it feel like there wasn’t a choice or did you give it freely?
Did I say you, I meant to say we… Sorry… that’s another me thing…
I can’t remember the first time I took it upon myself to tread easily…
Which means you must have a hold of the memory.
Reveal my origins to me… straighten my way.
How long have I been without boldness?
Is that why this valley of death has infected me?
At first… nothing. Then the daydream begins.
A moment spreads its wings within.
A buffet, fresh from my memory.
A small child. Wow, she is a wildling.
Look at that smile, look at her laughing.
Watching her play brings tears to my eyes.
Wow… we have always been pretty fly, you and I.
for a little weirdo, no one liked you…
Remember, I was the only friend you had. Feels bad…
Nice try, throw shade at my insecurities, go ahead roast me.
A toast, to the most unhelpful version of me existing currently, soon to ghost me.
Got jokes and distractions, but still no answer to the question I came asking..
Suddenly another scene from where we have been…
Do or die. A brave little muffin stuck under the goat pen.
All for the sake of some none existent kittens.
A chapter taken straight from the tricksters’ cookbook.
This moment took silence, and man little me,
way to be courageous and cunning! I remember wanting to scream,
but what would that get me? Spiders, mice, or monsters…
Who knows, what out of the woodwork might creep, crawl, or fall,
to swarm me for being noisy? Found myself whispering, hoping,
the siblings above me would love me enough not to let me stay stuck…
Finally, with some grace and a little luck, the little muffin became unstuck,
That’s how we learned the valuable skill of low crawling.
That lesson had me battle-ready and didn’t leave me with loose confetti.
So it couldn’t have been what started this silence,
this compliance, this niceness that feels like a rotten crust…
We are getting to the bottom of this… then, good riddance.
keep digging, that wasn’t painful enough to be the root of it.
Stop running defense. Duh… I know what you are doing,
I see through your shadow charade…
The canvas goes blank… Apparently, the rest is up to me.
Maybe I needed a reminder of whom I was championing.
Little me did their piece. Always daydreaming of me and where we might be.
Well here I am and I am finally seeing clearly.
my shadow… is as weary of this cycle as me.
I pull on my gloves mentally and move into my chest cavity.
Offering these directives to my sanctuary.
I am standing on the promise that my intention resonates powerfully.
I picture a rare universal flower budding and unfolding.
And as it’s unwrapping an internal song is flowing.
Heavy into light as a drop of air.
Dark into bright as sunshine.
Low into high vibrations.
Faded into brilliant sensations.
Pain into pleasant frequencies.
Routine into spontenaity.
Bondage into moving freely.
Pining shifted into peace.
Everything in me is lifted.
I breathe this into existence within.
A gift to every past and future version.
-from this present One