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.