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
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