My old Name
is way gone.
Changed for the better
due to awakening
inside life.
Gone to pasture
to grow like weeds
far from my flowering self.
Gone to travel back to vat of letters
from parents mind.
My old name
something
that no longer serves.
It was a snake that tried to bite
with purpose to ****.
It moved in younger days
between tall grass-like people
who did not understand me.
It grew attaching itself
with judgments and insecurity
labels I could not shake.
My name now has evolved
in shamanic journey
becoming a song
to match my heart and essence.
My new name,
destined to live and breath
as other people learn it,
and we celebrate together.
someone asked me my old name. I do not share it because it is dead. I carried it with the labels it carried both by others and myself. Thus this was born.