From Paris to Paris

Coming out
Feels like
Coming into
Myself.

This is a process of embracing
And accepting.
This feels like holding myself in love.

This is a practice of authenticity
Of
awkward
inconvenient
scary
safe
hard
exciting
unavoidable
Truths

Coming out,
Feels like Coming home.
Less like change,
More like actualization.

This feels
Like letting go
As much as if feels like
Being loveingly taken by the hand. P
And waking up in Paris, France.

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