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| Oaxaca, Mexico |
No more maneater
No more ice queen
The resurgence of the in between
No more ardent lover
No more violent hater
All the more serene
Maybe this is called authenticity
This is a surfboard unsinking
This is what it is to own energy
She’s keeping her silence now
Less and less apt to feel the need
To fill the space
No more tough girl act; defense machinations
No more external validation
Who’s really the one keeping track?
No more drama unnecessary
No more over controlling
Live and let live; give get and give
No more people pleasing
No more overly friendly
Oh the beauty of boundaries
She’s more careful these days
She’s more thankful these days
What’s hers is hers alone
No more clinging to definitions
No more unchallenging the latest version of me
Ode to finding simplicity within complexity
It’s much less sexy
When you’re no longer the life of the party
But how enchanting to know where you’re going
No more clinging to ideals
No more holding onto all that is fluid
Finding the light and love in uncertainty
Letting the universe hold me
Surrendering
Being
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