Free to see myself
I have finally sorted it out / that there is nothing good about me/ Except Him. / I hear His song / In silence I break / unvindicated/ I see Him up there on the hill / With outstretched arms and blood-dripped hands Here comes the embrace. / Ground shook, and icy walls , fortified by scars, / shattered and collapsed / As I collapse in Him. / I lost myself in a puddle of tears and dirt. / He pulled me up and I look into His watery eyes / and found myself. / My reflection in his love-filled eyes. / The only reflection of me that I ever want to see / No...
Free to choose You
My heart was asleep / Numb from my so-called antibiotics / Walls up and fortified / Must not awaken love until it so desires / and it desired to be awoken by You. / Your persistence, broke my resistance / and Now I know, God / I am Your choice / and my choice is You
free from single shaming
One day I was talking to a woman that I just met. She told me she has recently gotten married and she is having a baby. I congratulated her. "What about you?", she asked. "Oh I don't have any kids and I'm still single". I told her quite proudly. She laughed out loud and asked "but why? how old are you?" and laughed again. She laughed like I told her the funniest joke for the day. Telling her my age would probably result to even more scrutiny. So I smiled, winked and said, "it's a secret". I can't count how many comments I've heard from fellow women, older women, and...
She knows that this transition
is not about making herself better
but allowing herself to become
what she had always been