Fear — Pain : Regenerate — Explore

Sometimes I feel

There are wounds so deep inside of me

That my breathe can’t seem to reach

No matter the strength of my inhale

That the light,

No matter which angle it rests

Can’t seem to expose

That even a lover’s embrace — tender and warm

Only grazes the surface of,

Sending prickles down my spine.

Fear

Still, I think

My hurt reverberates

Shows up in all of the in between places

Makes itself known;

Maybe under a different name

But in one way or another,

Makes itself known.

Pain

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It’s funny under the earth —

We’re all so afraid of ourselves

Some part at least —

And yet, it is precisely this piece

That moves us

Conscious or unwilling

We dig and we bury and we bury and we dig

Until we hit something hard

Shiny and reflective —

A mirror.

Turn over the dirt.

Regenerate.

Who is that?

That hurting part of you

Or me or us

Coming up for air

Quiet — you might hear them,

This is good, no?

Give them light.

Be still for a moment.

Who is that?

Explore.