life washes and beats,

permission never granted

teaching and drowning

growing here is wild

bigger, longer, stronger, lean

here play is survive

Can you give yourself grace?

I’m trying,

I am difficult for me. I know me.

I neglect me because aomehow things work out.

The ghost doesn’t need help, does it?

They work out because [you are] solution focused,

that’s why grace for yourself feels like a wild thing.

Something reserved for someone else.

You as the master and masterpiece is a tough balance to strike.

One brush stroke at a time.

One color, one corner, just one moment is a shift in the right direction.

You have always been deserving.

It’s just harder when the desire for grace has to be: A self served dish.