Freedom Blossoms: I Let Go.

Freedom Blossoms: I Let Go.

And now, freedom spills into my lungs from above and coats me in a glorious, invisible ink. 

As I let go--the past unfurls, the shame, the traumas, the abuse, the shattering

It softens. 

And floats down the river. 

After loving it, looking at it, learning from the wild ways of terror--

Here I am. 

My feet step down, with thunder. 

I am lightning. 

Bright. Electric. Alive. 

I can strike and change and transform, as rare and ordinary as anything…

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