I write to remember, I speak to forget.
That first moment I saw myself, I’ve learned to accept.
I felt the ground beneath my feet, the sun upon my face. Embodied in a sense of purpose, I am alive here to breathe.
Walking among my sisters and brothers, we’re all the same. One heart, creative minds with desire for connection.
Our past is what we’ve experienced, not mistaken for who we are. How well we rise despite it all, speaks volume to our growth. .
Speak loud, let it be the truth. We are our word, that’s all we have to set us free from pain. Choose love not fear, feel gratitude through it all. You are worthy, never forget that my dear. - LB