When we first met,
you couldn’t see what I felt.
You scared me.
Painfully shy
more often than not.
I fear your rejection.
Quietly, I often sit
with first meetings.
I fear your judgment.
Waiting for you
to show yourself.
I fear making myself a fool.
Forcing myself to
speak from a script.
I fear saying something offensive.
These fears keep me
locked inside myself.
I fear your disapproval.
Until you show
me otherwise.
I fear you hate me.
In sitting down
in front of the mirror.
I see you in mine eyes.
Namaste.
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Published by Tiffany
Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there.
~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C.
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