by Naomi on July 9, 2017




Being in the space
of my dark truth
without the knowing
of my soul
is like
breathing without oxygen
and trying to find my way
without light.

Being in the knowing of my
without the depth
of my truth
is like talking
about something
as if it’s not there
when all along it has been
right in front of me
with it’s arms outstretched
to be held.

Today in the most
rugged and ragged
of places and spaces
I have the courage
to bring it all together.

Lighting my darkness.

Allowing my soul

to be the crucible

for my fiery truth.

Holding while being held.

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