i am becoming alive

In the new year purge, I found this in an old journal and thought it needed to live here amongst the stories of dinner parties and gardening and cancer care.

I am becoming alive

moving towards wholeness, seeking my completion

longing for my truth and the one who will bring me grounding

are they alive

do they feel as I do

this deep longing for something. this quiet nagging that is never hushed, this thirst that is never quelched.

I am preparing the only ways I know how to

I am becoming whole, I am learning, I and shedding skin and hurt and burdens and worry and hate.

where do I belong in this world

how do I find my grounding source

was I supposed to be born in the age or was I supposed to have come later?

I feel as if I am early like the Earth is not quite ready for me yet and my power is still young.

I am looking inside thinking it was it one of the others who sent me here

my pelvis is stirring the awakening has begun