Shredding The Dust | Spoken Word: I'am

Hello,

My name is Viola,

And I have written this poem,

Especially for all of you,

And I have named it,

Shedding the Dust.

No matter how many showers,

How hard the cloth scrubs the skin,

The body still carries shadowy dust,

Always there stuck as a unwelcomed guest,

Clinging to the bone,

Breathing with the breath.

Today,

It is time,

Whispers the inner child who has been waiting deep inside,

A lion.

It is time to stand on the mountaintop,

With arms opened wide,

Time to release the shame that was never yours to hold.

It is time to face the pain,

And remember,

The rabbit hole no longer can claim your name.

It is time to speak the words of the mantra,

I am,

For I am the mountain,

Resilient,

Stable and strong,

I am the water,

Flowing,

Cleansing,

Moving,

I am in the air,

As it touches,

And I feel the words of self love,

In this heart,

That have been suppressed for years,

Now free,

To release and connect to the words,

I am shedding the dust,

I am proud of who I am,

And I am good,

I am good.