“1 out of 9”.

New beginnings are rough. The moment of realization is where it begins, that moment I understand, I am the creator of the wall, when I keep hitting that overwhelmingly high wall, that has become impossible to climb. once I acknowledge the role I’ve played, and stop running from my  mistakes; stop hiding from my shame, the chapter of integration is near. the small child that was repeatedly told by actions; words, or neglect, that he would never be loved, that child is me, and only ever needed my love. The mistakes of a soul learning how to be better, and finding a true path through all the lies we are told we must believe, I am my mistakes, but my mistakes are not me. To my shame; you taught me so much, and together we developed integrity; nether are what we once were. Every shadow, every thought, every urge fades. I am not a story, I am not my shadow, I am not my past, and I have no future. with in this moment, within this breath, I am everything, and I am nothing, and the wall never actually existed. walk with me, my shadow, my light, my beautiful darling, my love, speak your truth, and know the past holds far more than sorrow.

Separation is an Illusion