A pack of wolves circles in the darkness of my psyche,
I feel the eyes of others, watching from the shadows ~
judgment feels so heavy...
and yet it is such strong medicine.
I am forced to strengthen in my truth
soften in my perceptions
grow in acceptance
first of myself...then of the world.
and the tears that come will cleanse me.
Call it a coming of age.
In contrast, I see those with gentle eyes, space holders ~
Illuminated are the deep allies of my heart.
I am seeing with a clearer vision who 'I Am'.
and "judgment" bears this gift...
twisted, but true. Gifts in strange packages are still gifts.
I'll take my dose,
and give thanks for the healing.