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Soft
I don't want this strength anymore
I'm tired of this resilience
this grit, integrity, resolve
I want to be blurred in soft focus
fuzzy around the edges
vulnerable and unguarded
to relax, laze, wander neural pathways
feel my body take the shape of whatever it inhabits
bathe in warm heartbeat waters
lolling, basking, soaking
belly exposed, unworried
purring, fat and satisfied kitten
windowsill stretching contented
murmured prayers upon dustmote travel
I want to reach into the ether
pull sunbeams up around my ears like a blanket
and dream cozy wonder into the new world
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THIS. Those of us who’ve been in survival mode for our entire lives (and I’ve been in survival mode since the summer I was ten, when I had to let my grandfather rape me to keep him from raping my younger sisters) get to a certain age and we are TIRED. Tired of surviving. Tired of watching other people get to live their best lives. Tired of being resilient. Resentful of the fact that we’re always the ones who have to be resilient. We want to be soft, but we don’t know HOW to be soft.
That one is so beautiful, visionary, I loved where my minds eye wandered!