Today I do not have anything to sell,
mark down,
make black.
I have nothing to offer.
But the task to make peace
with every part of myself.
The part that wonders if she can do more.
The part that worries that she has things to do.
The part that worries she has nothing to do.
The part that says, You are not good enough.
The part that is a show.
The part that still hides beneath the blankets of my childhood bed.
The part that is scared.
The part that is brave like an animal who shows her softest underbelly
and says, Rub me. I am worth of all the love in the world.
Today I do not want to jump on the bandwagon,
be part of a swarm.
Put anything of myself on sale.
I pray to be ok with belonging to what I belong to.
Starting with myself.
To be at peace with peace.
To be in love with all that is at this moment and then remember
the day the world shut down and how I realized
that all of this is made up.
All the world is a stage…
And if this is my life, my journey, my story, what is it I am here…