Roots

Stretching out

Give me space

I am recreating and reimagining myself

See, I didn’t realize that I had lost touch with my imagination. I stopped imagining what like would look like…

I started to settle I started to mold to my environment, instead of being a change agent towards the environment

I thought I lost myself

I thought I was losing it all

But through it all I stayed in it

I kept questioning

I kept stripping

I kept learning

I kept looking in the mirror

I kept analyzing

I kept pulling

I kept pushing

And finally I sat still

I stopped trying

I stopped begging

I stopped trying to prove

I stopped positioning

I stopped blaming

I stopped poking

I stopped giving a fuck

I sat there and began to breathe

I remembered a piece that I wrote about peace being still, always waiting for us to be still with it.

To feel it, to sense it, to know it, and to be it. Everything that I already am is all that I need to be.

After all the “stuff” it’s just me

Nothing needed

Nothing wanted

Nothing to prove

Just me

– Darrica J.