learning to be less scared

sometimes, i’m scared to be authentic.

often actually.

i’ve associated being me with rejection – i can’t imagine anyone who would still gaze on at the full me and love me still

but i’ve found friends who would.

a friend who would see my ugliness and in sheer faith see my goodness still

another who would see me and still care

and one who would see it and show so much care and love no matter her burdens.

And i’m ever so grateful for the multitude of others who are fragments of these people

but these people, – more than i could ever deserve

thank you



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