I want my emotions and body to be my own. Not someone else's. Mine and mine alone. Not a mother, sister, daughter, working colleague, friend, sex object, lover, wife or simply a woman.
"I've been to Paradise,
but I've never been to ME."
ME
This feeling is so very strong within, it is rather disconcerting. Long have I been any one of the above and yet I have never been ME. Truly me, without the boundaries and limitations of what others expect of me.
My emotions and body are so precious at the moment that I loathe to share them physically with anyone. I want to get to know me, the real me without any distractions.
As though I am newly born, fragile like the tender shoot of a new plant, so easily trampled if no care is taken. Lifetimes spent tightly curled up in the foetal position, unable to show the tender underbelly of who I am.
This is surely an energy that we are all working with...not just me. How many of us are encountering that fragile optimism of "its time".
The fractal that is me slowly unfurls, one tiny echoing note at a time releasing the so long hidden aspect of myself, each echo a note of encouragement for the hesitant unfurling of the next. The unfolding gathers momentum until at last I stand before you...the little echoes at full throttle...the song of my heart mind body and soul singing in harmony mirroring the unsullied whole perfection of who I AM.
But...until that time...I am fragile, tender, unsure and deeply vulnerable and yet through this vulnerability I gain the strength and wisdom to be the Authentic Me.
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