I get angry when someone else tells me not to write about certain topics because some people might read it and take it wrong. Where is my rage when I’m silencing myself, telling myself not to write about topics because people might not get it, might think I’m crazy? My rage is still there only I feel it as insecurity and shame. I’m ready to set them down, to come untamed.
Extend Belief
I don’t think I know better than anyone else
Contrary
I think it’s best that I listen more
Extend Belief
What if anything is possible?
Limited by me
Only when I’m unwilling to accept what I can’t see
Questioningly
I’ll share my experiences
Extending Disbelief
I spent so long untrustworthy
Turning a leaf
Relearning, unlearning
Rarely Easy
I think it’s best that I listen more
Imagine what I can’t see
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 