I tried to travel along my way
longing for joy and happiness
towards the fulfillment of my destiny,
desiring for healing from my history.
I was kept back by tight ropes
attached to anchors of familiar past,
afraid of letting go of my only secure place
with established rules
with foreseen outcomes
with well-known restrictions
with familiar guilt and shame.
Even my healing was based on shame:
I am not good enough unless I am renewed.
I open the knots and the anchors sink in shame.
They can go: my security lies within me.
Look into my eyes.
You are looking into the eyes of a joyous rebel.
I have raised my eyes,
I am standing tall and straight.
Look into my eyes.
Shame has vanished.
They burn with a passion of life.
They are open - for the first time ever.
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