Pour from my fingertips like light pours from the sun Wash over me now, this feeling These feelings They are part of me, part of this They do not make all of me - they are the pieces that trigger my undoing; Some things must be undone - My response to these feelings, unhealthy; earned Earned in the neglect, abuse, destructive reality that was my youth But I must release these machinations of my youth, they ill serve my now So I embrace the pain of my youth, made into who I am by these antiquated self-services; ready and aware to be more I am more than the sum of these traumas I am more than the shame, guilt, fear my youth musters in me I am more I am enough I am love