Inviting Myself Home

​Through the punishments, stares and awkwardness
I learned
All parts of me are not welcome here
Confusion, frustration, fear
Why are the people who are here to support me
​squashing my expression?
Why was my life-force accepted as a little girl,
yet now it is bound?
As I grew
more wounding, more compression
Then a question, arising from the unknown
What do I truly want?
hangs in mid-air, suspended by the thickness of the conditioning
The only way to answer from my soul
and engage receptively with unaccepted desires is to invite it all back in
Welcome the confusion, frustration and fear
along with the life-force, joy and peace
into my full yet incomplete heart
nudging gently with the message
I now have the capacity to stand out
To love so fiercely
that no piece of my authentic self
can escape the reaches of my electro-magnetic heart
Calling them home

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