Carving

I am carving out my own little niche in the world and it is really quite cosy. Sometimes I peer out, but usually I stay and sit quietly within- like a letter tucked inside an envelope. I can forget that this is a place I have made all myself; from backbone, grit, ache and belief. I know I must keep on carving my hollow, both in times of bewilderment and times of assurance. The further I go, the more I feel rooted.

I am becoming more of myself each day:

Not old. Not new. Just the deep of a furrow, I have hewn. 

 

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