My Graceful Entirety.
I've been looking people in the eyes lately. Everyone. On the street, in cafes, on the bus. Directly, deliberately, like our own certain secret between the two of us.
To see them.
To be seen.
To be seen in my entirety- my shifting, flowing, rootless, graceless and graceful entirety.
I have not fully arrived at the point where I can proudly, without shame or shyness, with lack of fear rising up like smoke- offer up my bloody raw heart, the past dripping like rotting flowers through my fingers, down my trembling forearm.
But I can see that part of me now- more fully than ever before.
