Is this what it feels like
To be seen
To be valued
To be understood
To be deeply engraved
Every layer visible
Admired for the way the elements form together
For the waves and imperfections that create the beauty of the whole
Are these anxious floating bubbles that are wildly swirling in my stomach, reaching for the back of my tongue…good?
(Good for me?)
Is this excitement
Is this fear
Is this hope
Is this sadness
Why does it have to be anything
Why can’t it just be, this. As it is.
Why do I lose my words but hold them overflowing in my hands
Why am I so uncomfortable in my own skin
Why does writing that nearly break my dam
Is this my lack?
Of self worth
Of inability
Of being so far behind
Standing in my own shadow
Afraid if the light filled me I could be
Is this why I’m not enough
Is it me?