a full, rich life

Do you struggle with an inner critic? I have yet to meet someone who does not. Do you hear a voice of judgment or shaming? Does some part of you buy into your badness or wrongness? Does it then scramble your self worth, your sense of possibility and excitement?

Here is a prose poem for you:

Quickly now! Soften the inner scowl that is aimed at the self.

That one, her pelvis is mad at her being mad at it! Give me a break! It says.

Over there, how quick your infectious delight gets shattered by judgments.

We are walking around muttering… this is good enough for someone as bad as me. I can handle it, I can endure, and secretly- perhaps…I deserve punishment.

So programmed- it is to believe that if it is not KILLING ME- then I must take it. That my intuitive desire is not a good enough reason to change.

Is this our line?

Death?

Death comes anyway, it winks its guarantee into the electricity of our beating hearts.

The permeation of being sacrificial is wrapped around our culture like ropes,constricting true desire to be alive, messily, exuberantly.

“Selfishly” is whispered in voices that mask our own.

But even when best intent is believed, it can still be harmful, strangling the voice of life.

You child- you there, you remind me I don't wish this pattern on you, I want to show you as i show myself-

 this can be a

FULL RICH LIFE.