As I grow, I feel more awake.
Awake to my inner being.
Awake to my true essence.
A return to my innocent child.
The me before the pain or trauma.
Living the experience called life.
Curiosity. Beginners mind. New.
Simultaneously I don’t know me.
It’s new. It’s scary. It’s unfamiliar.
My likes. My dislikes. My desires.
I only know the sculpted me.
I only understand what has become.
I’ve been shaped by experience.
Stripping that away to unveil.
It’s raw. It’s clumsy. It’s scary.
Underneath it all. It’s me.

MF