The One

The one hiding in the dark, on the edges - the self who has been denied, made wrong, shamed.

The one bathing in the light, in the centre - the self who has been selected, groomed, made acceptable.

The one turning to stone in the dark cave - who doesn't fit with the story I'm telling myself.

The one I leave standing or turn away or ignore when she arrives at my door.

The one I'm always fighting, strangling, smothering, drowning - the one who sometimes fights back and sometimes doesn't.

The one who needs to be invited in - the messenger, the bringer of the one gift that will make me whole.

◄ After The Storm

Crisis Averted ►

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