I am me.
Whoever that may be.
You are you,
holding space for whatever I can be.
With all my beauty and my flaws,
my joy, my tears,
a spectrum of hues.
An overthinking mind
and a tongue that holds many fears.
I am me.
With trembling arm but steady core.
A burning Soul longing for Union
and a way too open heart, evermore.
Ready to love, even myself.
Ready to trust, in spite of doubt.
Ready to let go, expectations cast out.
I am Me.
So you can be You
and you and me can be We.
In whatever time and space that may be.