I Woke up Like This

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I woke up like this.

Tired of walls. Of perfectly painted pictures. Unapologetically myself. Feeling unashamed of that image. Feeling audacious. Tired of fitting a version of what I thought people wanted me to be.

I woke up like this.

Flawless in my flaws. Human in this skin. Unapologetically black, white, and fifty thousand shades of other colors. Not accepting the limits others will place on that skin. Or my body.

I woke up like this.

Seeking truth. Feeling playful. Fearless, like the chickadee. Finding humor in the non-comical unraveling of life. A woman. A lover of spirit and fire and compassion. Unafraid of my desires.

I woke up like this.

Not knowing, but willing to learn. Bending, yet finding firm ground in my broad birthing stance. Falling in love with the ebb and flow of our mutual existence.

Tomorrow may be different.  I may want to fall back asleep. Angry at the world’s misguided love of power and lack of trust. But today, I woke up like this. In this moment, I feel everlasting joy in the sweet relief that we are all connected by invisible strings of hope and humanity. And if I succumb to any doubt, I shall look back and remember that there was that moment, when I woke up.

So here is my wish. A true desire. May we let the guarded walls fall down a bit. May we understand each other more. And may we learn to love ourselves. Just one small act, creates a ripple affect.

Love on,

Sabrina

 

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