Being out of the egoic cage is beautiful, but hard to only be surrounded by it’s prisoners moaning for drink when they can serve themselves.

Losing the people I love one by one, understanding where I came from and realizing how strong I am for not succumbing to the abuse. I don’t understand my life, but I do understand myself. I see my heart deserves a kind of love that is rare, beyond magic, enduring and true.

My ego is crushed. There are reminants of it that I catch and let go of at first site. I have nothing to offer the world superficially and I’m at peace with what that means for me. I don’t belong alone, but what can I do? I won’t settle ever again. I can’t live in the turmoil of someone else’s unhealed thoughts of me.

I am all love. Courage. Art. Song and dance. I have pushed myself far beyond my comfort zone and found the bliss within me that depends on nothing.

I will always be a bit sad that no one will love us and be part of our family, but it’s out of my hands. I did the work on myself, I am free.