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To be in my bones.

I’m continuously trying to be bolder, stronger, and more liberated.

I feel pressure to be everything at all times.
I wish so deeply that I could know what it felt like to just rest into myself.

To hug my soul and let it seep into my bones.
Allowing it to live in my marrow as a physical part of me.

In that way, it wouldn’t be so easily lost in conversation.
As it is now, my internal identity is easily wiped away with even the threat of criticism.
If it were part of my bones, deeply rooted in my physical being, then, you’d have to inject me and pull it out with a needle.

It would be so painful that it would feel impossible to just look the other way and let it happen.

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with love and self,

M o r e   i n f o