an indent stays, the valley of you
buried in me.
a mould, as if someone could
a fossil trapped between the layers.
your signature, a watermark
like the stains
where the fire started.
another sheet for the laundry
as if this feeling
will wash clean away.
You know what you need to know. What you need to do. Who you really are. Don’t listen to the voices of others. You have all the wisdom necessary to meet this moment.
Don’t deny any part of who you are. Don’t setup a shadow self to hide or attack. Bring your woundedness into the light. Be vulnerable. Be uncertain. Be misunderstood. Be you.