Right Relations

How do I tell you a story of my broken wings’ glory, of feathers that still learnt to hold me? On this solid ground, survival land of swords and shields. How do I reach your treasure, through heart, without taking your measure, without assuming your answers? Free from roles and labelling, empowering and enabling your soul to come through. How do I tell you a story, embarrassing deeds’ inventory that I’ve never been proud of? Share my secrets and sins, all my daemons’ wins so you know me imperfect as I am. I want to know how it feels without those layers and peels to be you at the rawest form. Will you let me in to the bones of your Being, where your spirit is waiting to glow? I have a space in my heart for you too, to take its part. I just need you to witness in silence my pain of toxic shame, flowing through my veins, thinking “feelings are for the weakest”. And when I trip over your painful comments in those awkward moments, I’ll still give you a hand when you need me. Without rescuing and saving, and your strength depriving so you can walk alone if you need to. But we can walk next to each other, learn to accept one another, and to respect different pathways to freedom. So the wings can spread and fly to the highest sky, And in the full moon, in my comfort zone, I don’t need to haul alone, not any more!