My heart begs to be honest with every beat of it.
And yet I can't. And I won't. Because sometimes the truth is too much. It's just too much.
I want to give you all of me, but I can't, and I won't, because all of me isn't here.
I'm way up in the clouds, watching this life glide by. Observing the littlest of details, watching the Artist create His masterpiece.
And I don't know where I fit in.
Because all of me isn't there.
This daze raises a shadow that is too hard to light, and I can't, and I won't, because this is where I feel safe.
I remember feeling free. And now, now I just feel hidden.
I remember feeling careless, and now I am so. very. careful.
I remember honesty emitting in every piece of my body, and now I layer my skin with heaviness to keep it all in.
I can't give you all of me. I can't. I won't.
And I don't remember where I am so that I can set me free.
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In between tweeting, reading books to my daughters, and [not] burning mac n cheese, I am the Founder + Creative Director of Blessed is She women's ministry + community.