Where have I been?
The one who is beginning to appear.
The one born as beloved
Who is just beginning to embrace her belovedness.
Hidden.
In my lack of confidence.
Twisted.
By the grip of shame.
Unaware
Of who I could be
Of who I am
Of the freedom
Of the peace
Of the possibilities.
Ready
To say no to limits.
To explore the wide-open
To be ambushed by the one who is love
To be me.
Where have I been?
On the path to now.
On the path to be me.
Beloved.
