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I am conscious of my body
and the things it is capable of
Which is everything
I choose so
I decide and decipher
what my soul is tied to
and which paths will be left
untrodden
Because at night
I always
walk alone

A blast of
swirling questions
fear and judgement
rain down
but I can hear
my new self calling
to my now self
from the other side
of passing storms
and I move forward
inch by furious inch
towards the me
I am becoming
for She and I
are the only ones
accountable

Life asks many questions
plants many seeds
None of which
I am obligated to water
or channel my flow into
I know
I chose
I choose
for my path
the place
and the shape
that resonates
nourishes and
excites my soul
by releasing
what does not

I am The One
who bears the scars
and the pain
of what it takes
to let go
of what I cannot hold
for reasons my own
or of Unknown
with grace
and without shame
knowing
I am
these choices are
these consequences are
this life is
mine

When shame knocks
I do not answer
When anger comes
I shake hands and say
you’re right
off you go
When sorrow comes
I give her tea
and we sit until
The light comes again

There will be no
canned responses
each step
each situation
each breath
unique
no dictator of
my journey
from atop a pyramid scheme
of exploited vulnerabilities
None of this
for the woman
I’m raising
up

I am conscious of my body
I am The One
who knows
hears
and interprets
My source
My path
My life

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No, there will be
Me

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