You did it again. You worshipped my name while buried, pulsating in her mouth. She failed to siphon my flavor from your marrow. You’re burning in self-flagellation, looking down, searching for my eyes in her, but that’s not me. She’s a similar item, from another seller, available at a discount. You can’t replace me, but to have me – the price is high.
To have me would cost you everything, all your shame, stone walls, and assumed roles. Forsake others for the sake of yourself. Accept that your challenges are your strengths, to be honored. Accept yourself, dark and light, worthy of Big Love. Accept every desire, fantasy, and item on your secret bucket list. It’s not selfish, it’s healing.
Then say it. Say it out loud. Again and again, until it becomes your breath. You deserve to be known and you have endless to give. So give. Show up and give big. Love Big. Come out swinging and don’t hold back. I can take it. Show me what you will do to know and to be known.
Unleash the beasts you tethered with fear. You will find yourself there. And if you’re lucky, the next time you worship my name and look for my eyes, you’ll find me there, too, ascending with you.
-Melissa Donley