With each post and each level of submission to my fears,
I uncover a new way to Love myself.
At times tumultuous, and others torturous,
with each slip into the unknown,
i come back more alive and free.
Sometimes I resist this surrender.
I fight it tooth and nail.
scratching at demons with baby-like wails;
those creatures I so wish to impale.
Yet, they are all just another aspect of me,
each desiring and longing to be free.
only when I care stare them in the face
and see through my rage,
do I truly see they were lies
told to me at a young age.
So now I sit and study each facet.
Only then can I turn another page,
and live through another chapter.
There is no fairy tale ending.
Tomorrow is another level up,
bigger, badder demons in the same skins.
Time once again to sit with the within.