Death is mine.
But so is life.
A special power.
I allow you to touch.
To have this divine flesh.
Approach with love.
The pleasure is mine.
You may enter my temple.
Fulfill your desire.
Made of stardust.
It’s a gift.
A kiss of a god(ess).
The hardest promises to keep are the ones we make to ourselves.
At least, this has been the case for me.
But I want you to know…
Don’t feel bad about not keeping those promises.
It’s easy to forget…
One moment you’re on top of the world.
You know you can do it.
You have the power.
Life knocks you down.
Fear and insecurities set in.
You feel different.
You do what you have to do.
Your thoughts take you to another realm.
You slip back into things you wanted to leave behind.
You judge yourself.
Feel bad about yourself.
But you are…
Worthy and enough.
Being of love.
Just give yourself a helping hand.
It is up to you to make the changes you need in your life.
To strive and thrive.
And take back all…
All you thought that was lost within you.
But it was only asleep.
Waiting to be awoken.
As he is. I become.
A while ago I felt him awaken within me.
For the longest time, he slept.
Caged and chained.
He’s free now, I thought.
I’ve let him go, but I still put a leash on him.
I guess, I was afraid to let him roam.
Completely free to go anywhere he wants.
Do whatever he wants.
Oh, and he’s got no fear.
Thoughts and opinions of others mean nothing.
He’s freedom itself.
One I’ve desired for so, so long.
I’ve come to love him.
Stronger and deeper with time.
He has no concept of perfection.
He’s got the courage to take what he wants and needs.
But he doesn’t need to be brave.
He doesn’t need to be anything.
He just is.
Thus, he can have it all.
He has it all.
Judgement haunts me, but is nothing to him.
My beliefs stop me.
While he believes in nothing.
He doesn’t need to.
So what happens if I truly let go?
I know that a lot of amazing things will come.
But it’s a special feeling that pushes me forward.
I feel him rise.
As he does, so do I.
A feeling so strong.
So extremely powerful.
Like a broken dam that can no longer hold the flow of a river.
My thoughts, fears, anxiety.
The way I judge myself.
My desire to be good, so I can be seen as good by others.
Be loved by others.
It’s all just broken pieces of what I thought I should be.
No longer capable of stopping who I am.
It’s time to level up.
I no longer fit in this box.
Never was supposed to.
It’s not easy.
Even painful at times.
But it’s just so damn incredible.
To feel this power.
To know I’m more than I ever thought I could be.
It must go.
Let it flow.