Dear Me,

The same Me who failed Me

Who derailed against better intentions

Who failed to mention boundaries

Confounded by the sound of consciousness

Bewildered and distrusting of My own gut

Shamed by the lust of whatever rush was in front of Me

Teenaged and hungry…

…I honour Thee

For every hard moment after waking up, You’re there for me

Instead of judging, You care for Me

Make space so I can lay bare My fear of scarcity

And without question, You cherish Me

Whatever unfairness comes to be, I feel held by your unending care

To the Me who recognized patterns

Still prone to pain and sadness

But so glad for the access to the power that blooms from the same place of lack

The very power I thought I’d never get back

From the same inner teen that I went to all lengths to repress, comes the healing and strength I need to progress

To the Me I need

To the Me who’s freed —

For as long as I live, I will honour the privilege it is to forgive You.

Cyd K.

02/06/2024