What would it be like to tell others how you feel when youâre wrapped up in bliss or in moments of suffering?
To let the words spill from your lips as the wine drips down your chin. To step up with your breasts forward as the storm gains momentum in your lungs.
To tell someone that you would enjoy their company at the shore watching the waves dance. To hear their voice fluctuate as their excitement grows while the tide swells. To proclaim your love for them under the stars as the moon stares down in jealousy because it will never be as radiant as the way they look bathed in that light. To shout back at those that have you pinned down to the floor. To allow your rage to roar from within for you cannot bear to remain silent any longer as the blades dig deeper into your flesh.
Why must we always let fear win? Fear of rejection. Fear of being shunned by our communities. From our family. From our friends. Fear of those not believing us. Fear that we will not be desired. Fear that what lives in your chest might not be what is nestled in theirs.
I donât want fear to seize my words. I donât want fear to seize my tongue. I donât want fear to seize my heart.
And when you have emerged naked with knees bruised and knuckles bleeding, what is left to fear? You have endured it all. You have felt it all. And youâre still here. Thereâs nothing left to seize. You are stripped and tethered to nothing and no one. And in this state, you are wild. You are bold. You are free.
[you better practice what you preach baby, time doesnât care if youâre ready or not//oral lessons while sifting through the ashes]
