I am grateful for my own fucking self
For being my own warrior
For protecting each wound I posses with zeal
For waking up each morning – some days with a strong purpose
And on others, with none – but not letting that stop me from being me
Going out there and being unabashedly myself in unabridged color
I’ve realized how much of myself I lose when I love
Giving away the power of being validated by another
The deep quest of being understood and of being seen as a whole,
I’m not a wandering arrow, I am a manicured missile
- I shudder
Even when I am not able to protect a sheltered wound,
I am the one who patiently combs through my tinniest of issues
In the densest of jungles
And thus, when I am grateful
First I will be for me.
