Loving Me.

Image by: Roby Amadò @robyamroby

I am learning to fully love me. A feat, a road, a fleeting dream. This is something that happens over time. Moments linked together, choosing to not focus on what has been left behind. Distant memories like clouds dancing across the sky. I am the little girl, watching them all pass me by. Choosing to watch instead of choosing to cling, clinging means attaching and attaching means waking up from the dream. Sometimes the clouds turn dark, the storm comes in and I can hear the rumble. Staying in the rain, choosing to be with it instead of turning and running away. Loving myself means being with and not running through pain. Patiently waiting, loving the storm and all its water - transforming the Earth, when the sun comes back out everything is a little bit brighter. The grass is greener, the rainbow starts to form. I am it, it is me, I am walking with it, I am the storm.