The Woman made of fire

i can admit that i still struggle with stepping out of my own shit when dealing with others

that, i can admit.

i can recognize that even though I am a yoga instructor, there are times I feel less like Buddha and more like Rocky Balbao, talk is the last thing on my mind

that, i can recognize.

i can see how when i’m IN my emotions and reactive there’s no chance to practice empathy

that, i can see.

But i can also let you know that i will NOT be taken advantage of. That my kindness and true commitment to work on these things will not be over shadowed by your lack of give a fuck.

There are times i miss opportunities to speak my truth because i refrain from speaking out of anger because i have seen the scars of my reactivity on the ones i care for

i have wallowed in the pits of my own demise while picking up the pieces to shattered hearts.

However, enough is enough. i am no longer that person. i am no longer who i used to want to be. i am however the spitting imagine of who I am meant to be and nowhere in that biography is there a note that says TRY ME

i would not recommend it.

before you a beautiful beast has been born,

one whom is reflective,