A dear friend shared this poem with me that mended my heart in ways I didn’t know I needed. My life is fine, full, even happy. And I realized that if it could send me healing vibes, it might help you in obvious and not-so-obvious ways.

i destroyed myself

piece by piece,

just to be loved,

just to belong.

until one day

my wild wanted me back.

it set fire to every mask

until only one face remained.

mine.

When we stop morphing, shapeshifting, swallowing whole pieces of ourselves so another will love us, when we begin to love ourselves as unique beings with needs and gifts, skills and interests, joys and sorrows, then the right soul will love us. Or maybe they won’t. But you will be you, loving you, always true, always you.

It is slow work.

I am here for you.

Mary