Picking up trash in dresses

Anything that is standing before you will bring you to a place of more love, more understanding of self, more clarity. Do not fear it, as it is all you.

If he can see me now,

the strength he once glimpsed,

now fully ignited,

fire roaring,

bold and bright.

Mastering the art of burning down,

to fearlessly build anew.

Servicing my own car,

building my own home,

living in my own space,

buying my own oregano.

He said I was a catfish,

chasing to keep him on his toes,

active and healthy.

In the end,

he was mine,

chasing the parts of me

I was afraid to see,

until I feared no more.

He was my red pill,

shattering the illusion I lived in,

awakening me to the fire that burns deep within,

and the truth that lies beyond the veil.

He was my Joker,

the chaos that shook my foundation,

unleashing the hidden magic I had long denied,

helping me remember who I am:

a force untamed, like flames on the ocean’s surface.

He was my black hole,

pulling me into a space where time doesn’t exist,

forcing me to surrender to the pull of my soul,

shattering the illusion of everything that held me back,

revealing the limitless universe inside me.

He forced me to surrender to my strength, 

to embrace my hunger for life, 

feel the passion in my soul, 

so I can carve paths where none existed, 

and tear through the walls of the world I’ve made.

He trained me to walk through fire,

with unshaken hands,

dance with shadows,

becoming the strongest person he knows.

He unlocked secret levels of my being,

I see things when I close my eyes,

shifting realities in quiet moments.

He was my own personal Mr. Miyagi,

breaking me down so I could rebuild,

truthfully this time.

Learning to trust the flow of my current,

stand alone if I must,

hold my own hand,

and carve my path

in a world where

the old rules no longer apply.

He showed me there is no other way,

but to shape my world with my own hands,

because I was never meant to fit the mold

I was born to redefine it.

If he could only see me now,

he’d be proud of me,

like he always said he was.

But his shame, guilt and fear

are still holding him captive,

unable to feel the pride,

see the light,

or find his joy.