M is for Molt

I have decided to shed my skin. The skin of victimization, the skin of discrimination, the skin of alienation. I have lived within that skin for a long, long time. I have a held close to me the knowledge of lack of access. I have barricaded myself behind the things I don’t have. I have walked past open doors for fear that I do not belong in the room.

Yes, I will always remember history. Yes, I will strive to understand context. Yes, I can recognize limitations. But much is possible, and there is a time when the burdens must be pushed aside, must sit in the periphery so that we can see what might lay ahead if we only ourselves to move toward it.

Enough fear. Enough worry. Enough anxiety. More doing. More being. More flying.


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