🪷 Reverse Ghost

a poem from my healing journey

I existed in the                        cracks,
around the                               edges,
squeezed into                          corners

so other people could fill up the space.

Selfless body,                          a ghost 
in reverse,                                barely there,
except                                       to serve.

I’m still learning to  e x p a n d,
                    to stand 
                         in the 
                            open,
a n d  t a k e  u p  f u c k i n g  r o o m.

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the sky on Halloween night this year

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In the notebook

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