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
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…Read More