I have lived a life absent of myself,
in betrayal of myself,
broken at my own hand
by my permission to users of my soul by fellow zombies,
cracking open my own head for their blind feast,
consuming my heart as a delicacy unknown,
swallowed whole like Oscar Meyer bologna
between slices of white bread.
Now 37 years in, and maybe half way through…I
grasp and gasp as discernment settles in with whispered grace,
gently revealing my choices fruits and weeds, bounty and rot.
She pulls back the corners of my mind to reveal myself,
naked and soft, but strong and glorious…
though still fearful to own herself.
This is my journey to self ownership,
love of others with boundaries for myself to protect
and respect all who enter here, my sacred sanctuary