a perpetual voyage - On Living & Learning

i have been returning to myself

for as long as i can remember

in the early years

they led me astray
locked me away
demanded my service
expected my smallness

now –

my loves reflect my worth back to me

we speak truth as balm
to my wounds

we bathe my soul in tears
of grief
of joy
of delight

i am being loved

in all the ways i needed but could not quite imagine

and it keeps saving me over and over again

now –
i will never stop returning to myself
for as long
as i can
remember