Bloom.

I’ve come to understand

that it is okay

to take as much time as I need

to bloom...

and that even if

it looks like nothing has changed

on the outside,

there is still hope

that on the inside,

I am blooming

and blossoming,

growing my new soft pink wings

in earnest,

in silence,

innocent as a small baby;

I am reclaiming my power

and essence

as a goddess, a woman,

to be forever changed

and forged into

a brilliant, sparkly diamond...

illuminating my inner world

with a soft glittery white light....

the light of newfound love-

for myself, for how far I have come now,

the light of compassion and forgiveness-

for my past self and the choices she made,

the light of childlike innocence at having new things to do, to see and to experience from hereon

for my future self;

And now there’s only me

and my happiness

and my feminity

and my innocence...

and for me, now, these are enough

these are all I need-

to embody my inner feminine

and protect my innocent heart and soul;

I am loved (by me), I am whole.

For now

and for always,

this is enough

-for me.

~Divine Feminine.

~Love.

~Loss.

- I am happy now. Much happier than I’ve been in more than a year. I am happy now. :)

- This is not to say that I do not miss you or I do not love you- I do, I do, I do.

But loving you is breaking me in ways I never thought possible, and I need me now; you won’t feel the loss because you will always have people and kin who love you; but I don’t, and I won’t.

I need me now.

-This is not to say that I wish things would have been different or we could have met at another time; but this is how it is;

and sometimes, I think that you may have done the single best thing ever (in your life) by rejecting my love, care, affection, compassion and friendship.

-You did a good thing; and I understand.

-I also understand that sometimes (all the time for me??) people don’t want you no matter how you may be; and they are allowed to not want you, and you are allowed to move on if it gets too hard...

-It happens, it’s okay.

I’m saying this to three people- you, me and my inner child- she doesn’t want to let go.

-Better things are waiting for me.

And I need to go now.

If you want me, dearest, you know where to find me.