Monday, August 20, 2012


morning |ˈmôrni ng |
the period of time between midnight and noon, esp. from sunrise to noon 

It's the painful process of letting go. It's a choice to trust in decisions, to trust in intentions, to trust words. It's a confrontation of my own insignificance, an acceptance of my limited reach. It's a fleeting moment of self-acceptance, of self-love. It's a choice to be. It's a choice to relinquish control in favour of happiness. It's a choice to relinquish thought in favour of action. It's a choice to relinquish fear in favour of skin. It's the banishment of self-doubt. It's a stepping out, claim staking, the proud announcement that I too am worthy.

1 comment:

Gabriel Black said...

I really love your writing!

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