I am free, and yet shackled.
I am more alive than I have ever been, and yet dragged down by a thousand wrongs.
I am surrounded by deep, abiding and transparent love and yet swallowed up by the hypocrisy...the shallowness of both myself and others.
I am goodness and selfishness.
I am joy overflowing and sadness at its core.
I am a smile and my head in my hands.
I am magical and toxic.
I am peaceful and plagued.
I am laying it down and taking it right back every chance I get.
I am light and dark.
I am loved.
For all of these things, I am loved.
I write this because I tend to focus on the negative, or as my friend Matt commented at one point, "the unworthiness". But I am worthy. You are worthy.
You are loved.
And you write poetry too!!!! This is really good, Kendra. I can SO relate!
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