Self is / I am

All that is within me, bless.

Self is / I am: a sloppy mess of life, bundled up and spilling out.

Even in the best moments, so many rough edges.

Here I am giving too-long looks and undeserved bitch stares, too-short hugs and unsaid gratitudes. Here I am with too many words and too many silences, with the wrong thing at the right time or the right thing at the wrong time. Cross the be…

This post is for paying subscribers