Waiting to Live

Iv’e been waiting to live for most of my life. There was never enough to make me full. I moved through life looking for the next thing that was going to make me complete.
I tried to fill myself with things that had the effect of actually keeping out what I needed. I needed you. When I finally got over the fear of letting you see me, no small feat, and reached out to bring you inside, I had the most wonderful awakening.
I also brought other things into my life. For as long as I can remember I have been putting limits on myself. I now spend a lot of time looking up at the sky realizing that just like it, I have no limits. I started to write, and people told me my writing is beautiful, I made the leap that I wrote it so I must be beautiful.
Music fills me today, and helps me express my newly found emotions. When I start to corkscrew into the ground, emotionaly, I stop and breathe deeply. I remind myself that I am worthy no matter how it turns out. I am much more than a collection of things that I have done.
I am me, you are you. When I reach out, and I will. Please don’t hesitate. Come in, Come in, Come in.

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