It's ok

I'm an insecure person. And it's ok.

I wasn't born this way. I was taught.

I spent most of my life trying to hide this from the world.

It caused me to believe in a set of worthless values.

It drove me to hurt myself and the people around me.

I couldn't bear the guilt. I couldn't even admit it to myself.

So I buried it with jagged rocks of shame.

I cinched the stash as tightly as I could and held on.

I tried to get everyone to look away.

But my hands were busy holding the rope.

It was always slipping.

And I was always bound.

I do this sometimes still. And it's ok.

The pain wakes me up. It draws my attention.

I can step back and let it go.

Let it be seen.

And I can see that I am not bound by it.

I am boundless.

I am the place where this life unfolds.

Within me is the whole of experience.

My fear. My doubt. My anger. And my pain.

It's all ok.

I am imbued with the light of compassion and choice.

I am free in this boundless space.

I am honest here.

Nothing can truly hurt me.

It gets easier with each turn of the dial.

More things enter the space.

My joy. My love. My acceptance.

It's all ok.

I don't know what is going to happen.

It's scary sometimes.

I do know that I will always be right here.

Watching it unfold.

Letting it all be ok.

Because it is.