I remember
Freedom is here, not somewhere far ahead.
Not another task, not another climb,
But this breath,
This laugh,
This bite of sweetness on my tongue.
I am not here to endlessly repair myself.
I am not a project,
I am not a wound.
I am a pulse,
A dance,
A story written from joy.
Rest is not my weakness.
Ease is not avoidance.
They are medicine,
They are milestones,
They are proof I am alive.
I trust the currents that carry me,
The same intelligence that paints the seasons,
That heals scars quietly in the night.
It does not need my striving.
It only asks my surrender.
When i breath, I am complete.
When I play, I am worthy.
When I love, I am eternal.
I was never born to fix myself.
I was born to live.
And living
Fully, wildly, freely
Is the healing.
By Hester Bennett
