I am who I am

“Echoes of old memories
Conjured forth by the mind
— The most adept alchemist
Like the magic of some wicked sorcery 
Suspends me in time;
For one fleeting moment
Takes me to that which will never come again
Holds me in space,
Like dust in the wind
— somewhere that I do not belong
— not anymore.
I struggle to escape from the web of 
— Unspoken thoughts
— Unheard words
— Unfulfilled wishes
When my only solace is in surrender.
I take refuge in the radical acceptance
Of what I am and who I am;
And who I am now is enough. 
It always was.
It always will be.
(But sometimes I need a gentle reminder.)”


-d.h.