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Because


Because-

 for the first time in her life she felt

The world wasn't too much on her skin

And as she was showing you how she is most alive

Instead-

 your discomfort of her experience seeped from your walls 


Because-

 she wrote and then she took a brave, deep breath as she peeled down the last of her walls

And asked you if you wanted to hear the inner parts of her soul

Instead-

you said "No"


Because-

 while she was rediscovering the joy of mother earth

The joy she hasn't felt since a mere child of 5

From the first memory she has of covering up herself lest she make a man lust


As the crisp cool breeze touched her warm, damp skin; as she felt the cool evening grass between her toes as the fire warmed the inside of her thighs.

Instead-

 your discomfort escaped into the universe with a single word-

weird.


Because-

 inside her soul felt connected to her skin, spilling out into the moonlight

And although she trusts herself fully

And she is newly raw


And instead of welcoming her in

Protecting her with your softness


Instead- of joining her with vulnerability and Authenticity.


Exposed.


You strengthened the mortar of your walls


Because-

 this isn't the first time she has tried to show you what this rawness could bring

Us


Where it could take

Us


Where we could go

Together.


Instead-

 she was met with nothing.


Because-

 later as she tried to lay by your side the rough abrasiveness of your walls

Was too much

for her raw,

newly exposed

whole


Because-

 she laid in the darkness, sharing your bed

 Inches apart, Thinking of how earlier that night instead of taking her in from head to toe


Squinting into her brightness


In awe of her ability to let you see

Her Truth


Instead-

 you put on sunglasses

Dimming her light

For your own comfort


Because-

she is too whole

that it spills from her skin

Swirling around her until

They are one in the same

Glowing full in the moonlight


Because-

 as the bright of her wholeness spills into the cracks of your walls

Instead-

  you rush to repair the cracks

 The thought of letting her exposed light touch your skin makes you freeze in fear


Because-

 you are too scared to let her in


Instead-

 you've convinced yourself she just might be

Too ...everything... for you.


Because-

 when you realized you put up a wall

You told her "don't be sad"

As if she did this to herself

As if YOU did this to her


Instead-

she simply realized

She just might be

Too much for you

her rawest most authentic self

Hasn't been earned by you.


Because-

 her Truth tells her she is on the right path

And as she meanders forward on this path of wholeness feels grounded

Secure

Soft

Gentle

Safe


Instead-

 she would rather walk the path alone

Secure in her Truth

Then spend another moment with her rawest self being rejected by your rough walls


Because -

 soon, someday soon, you could be watching her walk away

Her wholeness that blinded you at first fading

Instead-

 of joining her in her light you are now trapped in the darkness of the walls you built yourself


Because-

she will walk the path alone

Alone but not lonely

Alone but whole

Instead-

she will never be too much for herself

Even when she is raw




Because-

 she trusts herself

She knows

Over and over

You saw the most

Exposed

Vulnerable

Authentic

Versions of herself she has birthed into the world

Instead-

you met her raw brilliance

Each and every time with

No.


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