fuck you

Here it is. The moment you've all been waiting for.

I never understood the part of the poem about the voices crying "Mend my life"

But that was before this perfect scream of a sound, this perfect gag of a bite.

I've been waiting for it too, all bated breath. Even now I wonder, will it last?

But that question moves me from what it is, right now.

Surrender.

And it's not to anyone. And it's not to anything. It's to me. That was the tricky part. That is what I have been shielding from. Myself.

Aha. Giving up on the fragrance of last year's roses.

My skin is mine. Mine. My voice is mine. MINE! And my lips and my hips and my indulgences and my withholding....all mine.

And even now, when they are not being adored by some other human, when they do not belong to this one's desire or that one's security, they are still full in existence.

Can you feel it now? Inherent worth?

There are the roots my darlings.

Can you hear the song playing in my ears?

"It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me. And I'm feeling good."

That's it.

I belong to me. Not you. And trust me, you want it that way.