I looked in the mirror today.
Were my perfections or my imperfections starring back at me?
Was I receiving or rejecting?
I saw an aging face, I saw a tired woman.
I felt her feelings of lack.
Lack of energy, stamina, and get up and go.
When or how did the vibrant evaporate?
It’s a rabbit hole, I know, if I want it to be.
Interpretations of this scope lead to nothing of substance and everything of turmoil.
A fermentation of nullifying, counteractive words.
I caught a glimpse of a blessed woman
wanting to hide today.
Then
my computer screen flashed, “battery low, computer will shut down, if not plugged in”.
I wish our brains and bones could be that direct and simple, in their request to recharge.
Instead of plugging myself in,
I began a narrative of negativity, of shame, of doubt.
A funk ensuing, stewing, brewing.
Mirror mirror on the wall
let me see me-all
let me love me-all
let me accept
me-all..
Let me flourish in the concept of this human condition!
Is it just me, all of me, me-all.
No story, no judgement, just me.
I am not my feelings, I am not my mood.
I am goodness.
Does not my perfection live in all of me-imperfections?
My battery is low, a request has been sent to be plugged in.
Welcome to Wonder 