angry
resentful
not easy to admit
resisting
hurt
not easy to feel
but for now
in this now
this is my truth
allowing
little by little
letting go
fungi
growing in the dark
in the damp
in the rotting and dying
bright orange enticing
red and white fairytales
pale grey and delicate
like Light dancing
holidays
always reminded me
of what was missing
i do not live
in the past
i carry it
into my presence
in my bones
i remembered
to set
my Intentions
this morning
and
in return
i have felt
in Flow
with Life
i live
on the edge
of fear
fear of my mess
being seen
and fear
that I have offended
an other
what is in my way?
what is it
that i do not want to express?
there is really
no escape
from my self
perhaps they are
preverbal
these wounds of mine
feel
feel into my body
breathe
and release
breath by breath
moment by moment
some days
i have so much crap
to wade through
to get present
it is easier
not to
there is
a sort of peace
in accepting this
something was different today
instead of being submerged in my thoughts
I notice
that I am thinking
and then there is choice
do I believe my thoughts?
only the ones
that feel good