lines

How is it that some people can see me so well and others can’t? And by see me I mean understand me. And by understand me I mean accept. When all is said and done, when you look in the mirror at yourself at the end of the day, do you really see you? Do you recognize the lines tracing your body connecting you deeply to the people who have gone before you?

You are tethered through those lines. Held through those lines. Loved through those lines. Guided through those lines.

Who do your lines connect you to?

I will trace the lines back through my lineage to a time when the women in my bloodline were wild and chaotic, unearthing them from deep within me. I will become her for you. I will be free. Cut the red bindings from my wrist and run, hard and strong, with my hair flowing long. I know that my time has come.

All for now,

All my love,

Onward.

-m