Like a butterfly getting it’s wings, it’s a long drawn out process.
The ever changing whims, desires, dreams and visions sweep me down different paths.
But I’ve been clear for awhile now that I’m ready to speak my truth.
I’ve been inside my cocoon holding on to my ideas, wrestling with my thoughts, incubating for the release.
Oh if you haven’t seen me yet, please watch me soar.
I carry many gifts to you, and I’m excited to unleash my magnificence.
But please be gentle as I’m still a newborn.
Fresh from hibernation, I still hurt when I’m judged. Don’t we all?
Although I’ve grown oh so strong, your bite may sting me.
But I’m no longer afraid because my armour is surrounding me.
I’ve been waiting to speak to you for a long time now.
Hear me.
See me.
Feel me.
And I will do the same with you.
Speak and listen let’s take our turns.
But only truth will survive in this rebirth.
The waiting is over.