There are parts of me that are so easy to hate
But I didn't come here to do what's easy
Yes, maybe I've done something wretched
Or said someting I certainly shouldn't have
Or yeah
I fell apart completely and contemplated irreversible decisions
I breakdown sometimes
Who doesn't?
Should I hate those parts of me because others do?
More importantly
Where is all that shadow and bare bone coming from?
...and I remember the cries of my too small self
Facing death and tearing again...
How could I hate that child-sized part of me that feels too small to face the life in front of me now?
I came here to accomplish the difficult
I came here to love the hated pieces back to wholeness
I came to forgive the shamed with uninhibited embracing
It would be so easy to hate me
It takes almost no energy at all
But to love me, to hold compassion in my heart for every dark part
That requires the summoning of all the energy of my soul
A quiet attuned focus to hear the whispers of angels in my ears
And the memory of Home that I can't quite grasp
Echoing from deep within the core of me
I know It's waiting for me at the end of all this
Life
No. I didn't come here to do what's easy
I came here to love instead.