3.2.2017

I wonder when it was that I began to retreat into myself

Folding, collapsing

Like oragami

 

To be more aesthetically pleasing

Palatable and unobtrusive

I molded myself to conform to the desires of my consumers

 

And then I decided not to

But ravaged gardens do not remerge overnight

Or even within the span of weeks, or months

 

Each blossom must learn of its safety

Must feel it is welcomed

Be allowed to reappear and then encouraged to flourish

 

Now

 

I am unfolding myself bit by bit

I am creased but not tattered

I am scared but alive

 

And I am relearning the meaning of ownership with every passing day

 

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