Spending a lot of time with the women in my family on this return journey. Healing a lot of old wounds. We are a loud & lairy cohort. In the past I’ve both loved & hated this. I’ve tried to run from it; pretended to be someone else. And then there’s this point where I’ve shapeshifted through all of it; evolved away & then back towards myself, towards us. Nobody knows me like these women, nobody has stood up for or torn me down like them. I know I’ve done the same, and there’s a deep learning in this. I am not the woman I was. I have more love for them than ever, because I finally found love for myself. This poem is about that. It’s from Rebel Sun.
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