There’s a little space

between who you are and who you want to be;

A space that is the home to all your confusions and tears

A space that holds your deepest desires and fears

A space that keeps you up at night

Flashing memories of a past gone by…

And the insecurities of what’s to come

Thoughts of who you were and who you might become.

It’s an abyss

of hopelessness and helplessness

Of chaos and despair

through the night…

And

A promise of what tomorrow can bring

When dawn shines its first light.

It’s where you let go of parts of you

that need to be freed

and embrace the ones you’ve been afraid to acknowledge…

The ones, that feel more like you.

It’s a scary place filled with possibilities

This space between enmeshment and empowerment

Where you shed your old skin that had the colors and patterns drawn by others

And begin to paint your own self, in hues that shine.

A space that I call the “spark”

Where you begin to find your self

Your light

That you can call “mine.”

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