"Wearing my heart on my sleeve."

To mom:

Heart:
I choose.
To leave it exposed.
To stay vulnerable
Although at times, i want to close it out of fear.
Despite suffering
Remembering, who I am is love.
The wounds, which are not love, are what I am healing from.
The wounds of separation and fear itself.

I choose to wear my heart, not on my sleeve, but where it resides.
However open and exposed.
I walk courageously
Knowing.
To do so
means everything and nothing at the same time.
With gratitude.
I am thankful for all for the opportunities to see myself, the ONE self.