Warts n all

I write with my heart and my head.

I know few words so little is said.

The time has come to be honest and let all that is in me become a part of this world.

There will be shame and doubt and my heart will be opened from the  inside out.

I can no longer hide and pretend and smile.

I'm coming, I'm sprouting, I'm loving this freedom. I speak only my truth and bear witness to this creation.

I remember to be ready for slipping between the lines again when required and insisted upon. 

Mostly I am worthy to be who I am. Take it or leave it. I'm only human. 

I admit I am longing for more than I have but I've found something special and it isnt for all.

It's me in the morning, it's me in the dark, it's me on a knife's edge, it's me leaning and needing, it's me sensitized to the height, running and fighting, fleeing and flighting, weeping and trembling, seething and mocking, loathing and scaring. I know who I am and who I can be. To be with me and love me in all my misery. This is special I see. 

I can cope, I can manage, I can stick my chest and chin out. I can take it, I can make it. I've got all the clout. It's up to me now, to be doing the best I can do and taking care of the business of welcoming every part that's true.