• Leaving. Turning away – to go, it felt like walking on fire. Burning the soles of my feet. Whatever was of my steps , is now scorched. Turned. Reformed.
At 202 it was decided , declared that who I was is simply no longer. I carry with me, survivors : child, preteen adolescent and adult (who or whatever that is). I leave behind the pain of experiences sought and unseen. Though, unknown and unprepared, I took it. Loss. Love. Lies. Truth. I took it. I have it and I release it for a new unknown. A greater, most sweet state. I activate myself , my truth and my wisdom. As I lay here covered, burned in blood, hair of a crown, ink of affirmations and closings, I purify in the water. I pour on to my self. Into my self . I have missed nothing.