I am listening.
I see you,
Staring out the window,
Remembering when.
The paths of life are not what you thought.
Much of your longing you have forgotten to survive.
Feigning interest in anything else,
Forcing laughter,
Denying your desires,
Holding life
At arm's length just because it hurts.
You are the selfless mother,
The second sister,
The pleasing friend.
You have no mother,
No friend,
And yet you smile for everyone else,
Politely,
Asking
The easy questions,
Listening,
Laughing along.
In this very moment,
I want you to know I am with you.
I hear your wanting of a new place or face to set you free from what has taken your spirit
Away,
Something to release you from the bars that have trapped you in a small light.
Take a deep breath with me.
Daydream a little with me,
Allowing an inward gaze at what you ache for.
I want to give you permission to disrupt the pattern of avoiding the objects of your desire,
Of denying interest so that you can survive or forcing a life you don't really want.
I want to give you permission to seek,
To feel.
What would your life look like if all you yearned for came true?
When you were the youngest version of yourself that you can remember,
What did you want?
Can you,
Despite all the limitations of your current life,
Give yourself just 10% more of that?
Can you act upon your deepest desires without anyone else's understanding,
Permission,
Or approval?
And when others disappoint you over and over,
Remember I am here to listen,
To honor who
You are,
And to remind you that you already have the permission to want,
To hope,
To feel,
To be who you are.
