the ongoing awakening into self-forgiveness
Breathing my breath in this moment, I notice tension in my shoulders, a band of confining iron. Some unconscious part, watchful of being watched. When I catch sight of my fleshy form in the mirror, I sneer with sideways parts that deny being me, that pretend to be ‘Them’.
You know the ones. ‘Others.’ Those parts of self claim not to be me so they can get away with flagellating my heart. I look pathetic to them, powerless and pointless. Silly of me to listen, but sometimes I am drawn into their sucking hole.
I forgive myself, and breath again.
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