There are moments when I must embrace myself, forgetting words others speak of their search, experience, or truth.
These are the times I fall upon my knees in tears, and let them wash me clean of expectations and the words of others struggles that may benefit them for a week, a day or a year, only to fall away as a husk of a nutmeat left upon the ground to ruin.
These husks are often what I have sought as my truth, leaving me empty, and unloved, a beggar gathering husks upon the ground.
My voice alone to me is to be heard. Comfort in acceptance from another is well received, but how to be myself is never to be heard through another’s voice, we each have our own to speak, and to experience.
How many different times do I hear, "“get it together?"”
When all any of us need to hear is;
"l love you, you are perfect just as you are?"”
Jerez (c) 2006
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