A post shared by Sarah Theresa (@zenchic23) on Jul 4, 2016 at 7:32pm PDT

Softening

into that space

the moment

carves out for you—

it seems easy.

It should be easy,

but its not.

The pressures of culture,

gender,

race,

work,

family,

friends,

we call our tribe…

Those pressures,

call them:

expectations.

Expectations

eat up

the space.

They devour it

like hungry ghosts;

they mask

the authentic Self.

It takes work

to uncover it—

that self

we once

so naturally

expressed.

The work

is worthwhile.

The work

needs to be done,

not just by you,

or me,

but by us all.

When we start to do it—

when we start to carve

out

that space,

we begin to

grieve.

The whole world

grieving.

The unconscious face

that connects us all,

full of tears.

Until we can acknowledge

the tears,

we cannot be it—

that space.

In the tears

there lies the softening—

the raw, wild, and real

vulnerability.

We must own it—

the masks

and the shame;

the fear

and the insecurity.

When we own it,

we become full

of our Self

once again.

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Relephant:

Space will Save us All. {Poem}

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Author: Sarah Theresa
Image: Author’s own
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Copy editor: Nicole Cameron