Writing these words on this sheet of paper,
This is my practice of letting go.

These words force me;
me and my selves into a bright Sunlight.

Here they are now
lifeless in front of me
Dried, bloody carcasses.

Facades of perfectionism slip, slip away, and
I am left to grieve the loss
of unattainable goals, and the
promise of approval.

Avoidance, has abandoned me.

Once it was a great dam holding back the flood
preventing the words from reaching,
that dry fallow land of unspoken emotions;
Now, I am
defenseless.

These words push me into outer space. Now I am
buoyant and

witnessing this excruciatingly breathtaking view of
a beautiful world in which I am

an honored guest.

But I am an infant, and no one is here to
give me approval or teach me how to
breathe without oxygen.

These words are a disposal well
injecting vulnerability deep
into my core.
Consequently I,
I am feeling a violent Earthquake, and
I am falling,
falling,
falling into
this dark crevice of the Unknown.

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