Sunday, June 20, 2010
There are places she cannot touch, there is a private blooming she cannot see. She notices the evolution of my body but I keep my beautiful secret. She has no access to the real depths of my metamorphosis, how I am truly changing, no access to the heart of me. The most significant changes are not external. I protect myself with healing light and a deep sense of knowing - knowing my own beauty, knowing my own worth, knowing my own happiness, loving and accepting myself for the first time. These are MY precious and fragile new gifts, just budding within. These are miracles to me. Today I was courageous and I survived. My wounds were not reopened today but I still have the scars. Can I heal them? Can I learn to forgive?