I let myself receive

I play a tune and I listen I listen I listen. I see that the tank is empty, and I let go. I let myself receive. None of this can be forced. None of this can ever be forced. It has to just unfold. Maybe I could turn away, go home. Run far from this place, yet I’ve already made my way here. Felt the light fill me as I drove down the highway. Maybe I could turn around and pretend that I didn’t even come at all. Maybe I could disappear and I would never even be noticed. Yet that’s not what I yearn for. That’s not what I wish. I wish for feeling. To feel whole again. A lump forms. I try and get away. Speaking it through will release it from me. I know it’s true. I know I must be brave. Meet the moment with my heart and my spine and my voice of honest reflection and care. I know that I must keep breathing and laughing and letting joy be my compass. Yet what of the emptiness! What of the places in which I feel unworthy. I let go. I relax back and I realize, I’ve known it all along, I am worthy. It is inherent within ever cell of my being. Worthy of love and worthy of care and worthy of affection and worthy of honor. Emptiness will always be filled, strength will always be remembered. And I do not need to force anything. No matter what I do not need to. Where there is ease there will be flow. Where there is love, it shall be. I am strong I am light I am love. I AM WHOLE I am complete and I do not need to fight or struggle. It’s safe to lay down the weapons and the sharp things. It’s safe to just be. To be soft. To receive. I let myself receive.