Dollops of dermis detached from my body
sliced away and sterile
Housing what harms
The cost of living in the light
I shed what no longer serves me
The purposeful punishment of the physique becomes
a moving meditation morphing into prayer
I rejoice in the agony of the flesh
Beads of sweat standing as penance, become floods
I shed what no longer serves me
The mind – meticulous, meddlesome, melodramatic –
does not so willingly discharge its detritus
The battles waged here are bloody and hard won
An excruciating practice in patience and perseverance
I shed what no longer serves me
Slivers of myself sloughed away are
offerings to an omnivorous universe
Scraped bare, the rawness left behind is a gift – primed
Submitting to the suffer sows the seeds of expansion
I shed what no longer serves me
Some would think this a loss
and yet it is loss’ antithesis
Flesh old meeting flesh new
The remnants – a scar – resolute and resilient
I shed what no longer serves me
so that I may remain vital
I shed what no longer serves me
so that I may release the bonds that bind
I shed what no longer serves me
to open the door to my authentic self
I shed what no longer serves me
because that pain hurts less than living a life of fakeness and falsehood
I shed what no longer serves me
because I deserve nothing less than the chance to bloom
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Stay savage friends and Get. It. Done.
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*I think I’m actually ready this time you guys…
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