when I care for me, I care for you,
caring for you is caring for me,
caring for me is caring for you,
even when the correlation is not always clear.
I admit that I sometimes get nervous,
and when I do,
I get worried that I will be forgotten, that I will be destroyed.
And then, I know I am meant to be here and experience it all.
I am not afraid of being myself,
even when I have to remind myself,
there is enough to go around.
Love love love.
¿Why should I be afraid of overflowing with devotion?
I know the parts of me that want to destroy things,
it is only an emotion that does not know where to go.
I think of when I was a child and I learned speaking was dangerous.
Sharing became scary.
Occupying spaces could mean punishment.
Punishment,
such a basic word,
and it somehow keeps a part of me tied to its damaging philosophy.
To face consequences, to suffer, to endure,
because it mistakes are costly.
I am not in relationship to play a game of authority,
to win a contest of defiance,
my little ego and her control.
failure is data about alignment.
My hear is not a prison cell.
Panoptic thinking keeps me caged,
that is not what hope give me.
Love is freeing me, from my own conditioning.
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