un-becoming

Photo by Calvin Hanson on Unsplash

nestled in the corner cushion

cold feet tucked under my legs 

head resting on a pillow

awake yet dreaming

i am wild, free to be

whole, in love with me

no longer in need of the old words:

(selfish . . . too much . . . liar . . . not enough . . .)

here: 

I   Am   Whole

still reality calls me home

but as i un-dream

i un-become 

This post was inspired by a monthly theme from illuminate, a writing community from the creators of The Kindred Voice. 

Read more on this month's theme, Escape, written by other illuminate members:

How Do You Escape? by Crystal James

When All My Escapes Fail, Except One by Christi Jeane

Escaping My Calling by Christine Carpenter

Escape Via Him by Amy Rich

How Sudden Suddenly Happens by Leesha Mony

Can't Escape My Worries (a poem) by Mia Sutton