Inhaling essence
into every space
allowed “I am”’to my “who”,
“like this” for the “how”,
“you can” to “can’t”,
go on it could go.
So long in exile
that to exhale felt strange.
Strangled by the ancestral hold
held too long in high esteem.
Estranged from yourself
is strange in the extreme.
Not far flung, not exotic
not far fetched, nor erotic
just toxic all in one.
Level headed is unheard of
when you’re not of right mind.
Reminders of past remnants
remain your refuge in rewind.
My personal stranger
being strangled
in my own tangled web.
But the interval is over.
An intake of breath
my saving grace.
Grateful for the pause.
for peace is restored.
Piecing back
all my parts,
essentially,
in essence,
began my rebecoming whole.