I am starting to feel whole again. I am building up my house from new foundations/ I am nesting my own comfort/ I am birthing my own joy. I am creating a place of safety with ribbons and scraps I found in the dirt outside my house/ It feels like a labor process and a birthing, too. I have re-birthed my Self.
I gave birth to this thing, this girl/ This woman who is a part of me, and she is of me. She is my daughter who I aborted she is my Spirit Zen Goddess she is my Lionheart/ She is my hero, my "Feminist-Hulk," my Amazonian warrior, my Priestess. She is and I am all of these things. She is me and I am it. I am her and I am that/ We are one and the same.
I gave birth to this thing, this girl/ This woman who is a part of me, and she is of me. She is my daughter who I aborted she is my Spirit Zen Goddess she is my Lionheart/ She is my hero, my "Feminist-Hulk," my Amazonian warrior, my Priestess. She is and I am all of these things. She is me and I am it. I am her and I am that/ We are one and the same.
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