by Kalayna Colibri
This long-held mirror, cracks under the hard gaze
of a conditioning that says,
“you’ll never be enough”.
The distorted propensity
of not seeing, yet wanting to be seen
and running away still
clings to the self-made ceiling of wanton leadership like ivy.
A stinging, ringing voice that says,
“you’ll never do enough”.
The panic of the beating heartbeat inside the soul-beat of consciousness,
the fears of parts, aspects, voices,
sing the words of what they really want
yet with verses of “that, I’ll never have”.
A thousand empty self-promises
somehow grip motivation’s doorway saying,
“you’ll never have enough”.
sweet fruit of the womb of the Divine,
you’re not here to only be this
or be what you’ve been told you are…
what parts of you are convinced you can only ever be or not be.
Divine son and daughter,
to remember the ceiling was…
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