Free Weights

you a mirror

for me

of the hidden things

a blueprint

for how to get

free

I take care of the body. I need to feed my soul. There is a wounded little hole that enables me. I fall prey to flattery and pleasing. I hurt because I believed. Now not a single muscle can remain weak. I deserve reciprocal and loving relationality. I must first be what I seek…strong and in every moment free. No more giving without receiving. Praying and working hard for consistency in boundaries. Never again will my ship leak. Be with me.