SOULS/SOLES

We are all spiritual entities trying on different identities. 

   We begin to shed the various versions of ourselves. 

                      The truth is all that’s left.

cocoon

one room:
a dark, safe, space that held me. 
I had room to breathe, to break,
to become something beautiful. 
PUMPS was born there.

BUTTERFLY

freedom to be

and to embrace

the beauty of who I’ve become,

the world finally witnessing

my internal growth.

rose

slowly revealing my vulnerability

comforted in the knowledge that

my “thorns” set healthy boundaries

and offer protection.

introvert

coming out of my cocoon, 

stepping into my bloom 

that now fills up a room.

the first step in my journey 

to becoming wHOLE IN MY SOUL.