Pieces

Manifesto for the Reborn

This is the day when I back myself

when I give back to myself
when I bestow the compassion that I have been
seeking from others
on my own wanting flesh and aching bones.

Today I take down my high fences and
replace them with boundaries and I
survey the terrain of this heart of mine
and see that it is good.

The day I fit my own mask before I fit
the mask of others around me.
the day I draw a line in the sand and say
this is who I am, and I am
wild and fierce but I am
kind.

This is the day that I will go out on a limb and
expect the universe to meet me half way,
acknowledging that what I put out is exactly what I get in return
and that if the devil turned up on my doorstep
it is because I summoned him there,
and that yes my addiction to self deprecation and atonement are
often the same thing
and that yes I may have followed him into
hell and done deals unholy,
but I walked back out again with my
head held high
and that carries both weight
and worth.

This is the day that I will pledge to write my way through
but not at the expense of my sanity and
whilst I will not contribute to the noise I will make a promise
to speak my truth, mindfully.

Today I bow before synchronicity and simplicity.
small moves and simpler words.

I surrender to possibility.
with the knowledge that our memories do not make us.
and that sometimes we cannot reconcile with the choices we’ve made,
but still I tear the pages out of my book, that are black and
heavy with ink and tearstains
and I offer unto myself my own redemption,
knowing that
I cannot save the devil,
but I can save
myself.

This is the day I raise a glass to all that has gone before
as I take my rightful place in a new world
and while the road may be long and fraught with danger,
every step I take is a choice.

I have a choice

and I am stronger than I give myself credit for.

I am alive
and my time starts
now.

 

2 thoughts on “Manifesto for the Reborn”

  1. hayley maia says:

    the other day my husband was telling me and his kids about the three most magically powerful words, as terry pratchett put into the mouth of his character tiffany aching – ‘i choose this’.
    i said them and felt the power in them.
    you are brave and beautiful and strong, erica love, for only the most powerful ones of us invite the most painful heart-torn love affairs and then make our way whole again, more whole than before we encountered the men who ruined us… to bring us back to our deepest, truest life. xx

    1. dragonflysakura says:

      We will rise, because it is our birthright. *fierce hugs* Thank you beautiful Hayley – not just for seeing this and commenting but for seeing me. Love you. x

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