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.