I let go.
I allow myself to flourish.
I pull all the weeds from around my insides.
I breathe again.
And with every exhale I blow it all away.
Into the universe.
Where it can no longer be found.
Getting lost behind the clouds.
Behind the stars.
I’m free now.
I let go.
Weeding out my past.
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Sit and rest in the soil.
Ground your feet in its moisture.
Allow your feet to dig into nature’s peace.
Feel the soil in your palm, feel its natural stillness. Watch as each chunk of soil crumbles in your hand then back on the ground.
Hear your breath sync with the natural rhythm of the air. Each in and out breath recycled.
Sit and rest on the soil.
Notice your position to the trees above you. Notice how to be. Notice the enlightened realness of simply existing.
Rest in the roots of nature’s natural medicine.
Feel the peace radiate out of the earth.
You are worthy of life, of love, of compassion, of truth, of fulfillment. Your heart lies the universe. Everything that is in you is of greatness and of depth. No matter how much you struggle, remind yourself how much you have inside of you. You have great power in you.
Being a woman doesn’t make her weak or fragile and it doesn’t make her incapable of any task.
Being a woman makes her capable of whatever her body, mind, and soul allows.
Being a woman is strength. Womanhood is a warrior.
Her body is a castle, a temple, and a mansion. It has a strong foundation and can hold a strong firm family, business, or perspective in its walls.
She is also an individual with power racing through her veins.
She is a Woman who can make decisions and hold an intellectual conversation.
She is a Woman whose burdens may appear too heavy but whose shoulders grow stronger with a sound mind and kind heart.
She is a Woman who will keep going even when odds are in every direction.
She is a Woman whos beauty has transformed her into a masterpiece with her efforts alone.
She is a Woman without any validation. She is a Woman without any apologies.
She is a Woman and she will create peace in herself.
She has power to do what she likes when she likes and how she likes.
She does not owe anyone an explanation. Her words are powerful by themselves.
She is a Woman.
I am a Woman.
I remember the time I was struck with insecurities about who I am.
How I couldn’t explain what I want to do, or who I want to be.
I remember being stuck…
Putting myself down…
After I was done doing a bad job at explaining my interests, I then immediately thought, wow, that’s stupid. What you want is not a thing.
You won’t get anywhere with that. Who does that? You’ve done nothing for yourself to get the unimaginable dream you want to come true.
And as I began to crush my dreams next to tangible accomplishments of the ones around me, I began to shrink. Shrink so small that I couldn’t see myself anymore. I saw myself in the muck and oil of my current state. I began to grab my aching back and bruised arms, rub the pain from my wrist, and throw up blood from the anxiety and the depression.
Then I thought, a hope so big brings people bed ridden for dead back to life. A hope that opens closed eyes and ears. A hope of power that flows and pumps blood to my heart every time. The one time I feel a touch of happiness is when I create something.
While my suffering heart feels myself floating and dispersing into the sea of forgotten faces of capitalistic tendencies, I remember, my dreams is what brought me back to life after my soul left my body..and into an oblivion I went…drowning in fear and regret, I thought I was nothing, but my dreams made me feel something. While my body and soul unite again it’s because of my pencil and my pen.
I remember why my heart started to beat and the oxygen came back into my lungs.
I created something.
Thats what I do.
I’m a motivator for life.
Living is my motto.
I remember I was struck with insecurities about who I am, then I thought one more time…I create to give back the life of those whos bodies have left their souls.
I came to give back hope
Surface even at your lowest point. Surface when everything is caving in. Surface because there is no where to go but up, toward the surface. Where power is, and opportunity. Go to where there is healing.
She is becoming and no one can stop her progress. She is transforming, becoming something more than she ever imagined. Like the butterfly, she built her cocoon, but before anyone could realize how long shes been away, she broke out, starting from her mind, her old ways shedding like a snake’s scales, away and left like old news. She is becoming. She has made herself into something great. From the scars of her psyche, to the bruises pounding her heart, she made it. Althought she wanted to sit and enjoy the evergreens of complacency, she got up, and there she started her process…of becoming.
Submerge and fall
Into the dark space where you are alone with yourself
Drown in the depth of yourself and stay there
Die to normality and resurrect into individuality
Let yourself be enveloped in the seas of your creative mind
Create what only your mind can sprout
Mold and plant
Let the seas around you overwhelm your creative
Fall deep in the darkest place in the bottom of the sea
Let yourself hit the sea floor
Let your body and mind save you
Swim up to the shore
From the bottom of the sea you are born once again
But something in you has died
The ones that held your creative captive
You left them at the bottom of the sea
Thats the part of you that stayed submerged
You drowned, but you still breathe
You breathe by yourself
The image has been created
Die to normality and resurrect into individuality
I was scared of my deepened sadness and pessimism
I was scared when I started to panic
I was scared when my shadow was resurrecting itself from the depths of my regression
The ways I wanted to perfect myself in the mirror or I would hate how I looked
The ways I didn’t believe anymore
The way I felt what everyone else was feeling
The anger I felt when they said I couldn’t
I locked myself in my room
I closed my door
I stood by myself
Myself was coming out
I wanted to lock her back in my psyche
I realized that who she is who I am
I wanted to swallow her in myself
It’s better not to cope in that way…
Cope with regression
Instead of coping with progression
I learned that she is me
The me who was a step ahead of who I was
I read the note she wrote me when she came out
I am dangerous
I am who you are
The girl who is unafraid
Unafraid of the unknown ahead
Because you don’t know who I am
But I know who you are
And it’s time for that girl to wake up a woman
A woman who is unapologetically in control of herself
And nothing will make her afraid of every part of herself that she once hid away from reality
She is you and you can’t hide her anymore
I am here and I am you
Digest the words…
This is a beginning