I transformed my pain into freedom. I picked myself up, along the pieces of me scattered all over the ground.
My pieces transformed into star dust, all over my skin. And every morning when we wake up, we get to be born all over again.
I kept on remembering what I already knew. That I was whole, and my pieces weren’t scattered everywhere.
Without realising I was holding onto guilt and shame, for something I never did. And now I have no more excuses to hold onto it.
I realised that freedom is inside of me, it never left me. I am freedom. A flicker of light, and the exact perfect concoction of sun and moon.