Together, with every me!

Together, with every me—
the ones I often speak of,
and the ones I have never named.
The ones I thought I had let go of,
and the ones I found remained.

Together, with all of it.

The one that learned
to smile at the right time,
and the one that grew quiet—
to please, to belong.

The one that carried too much, too early,
and the one that still does not know
how to set it down, gently.

Together, with all—
I choose to sit.

With the sharp edges of shame
that once asked me to hide,
and the quiet weight of fear
resting beneath my breath—
buried below my skin.

With the ache of not belonging,
the tenderness of joy,
the quiet discomfort of guilt,
the wounds that expanded me,
and the ones that closed me in.

None of it outside.
None of it exiled.
Just here.

Discovering.
Recognizing.
Acknowledging.
Including.
Reintegrating.

Not as force,
but as remembering—
that these parts were never separate.

Each feeling,
each response,
each version of me
trying, in its own way, to be seen—
waiting to be held,
longing to belong.

And so, I turn toward them—
not with urgency,
but with honesty.

Holding space within,
meeting them with curiosity:
What were you trying to tell me?
What were you protecting?
What did you believe?
What do you still need?
What are you still holding?

And slowly,
without demand or blame,
they begin to soften.
They begin to speak.

Shame loosens.
Fear breathes.

And pain—once overwhelming—
becomes something
I can sit beside.

Not fixed.
Not erased.
But heard.

Felt—truly felt—
and understood.

And in this gentle turning,
something familiar returns.

A quiet recognition—
as if I have been here before:
in this body,
this breath,
this presence—
one that asks nothing
but that I be
all that I am.

Coming home—
not to perfection,
but to a place within
where nothing is sent away,
where everything is allowed.

Where every part arrives
unapologetically,
with grace—
in its own time.

I seek no final version.
Only this unfolding—
of allowing,
of listening,
of feeling,
of staying.

Of being together
with every me.

Safe.
Free.

And here,
in that togetherness—
I find it.

A home
that was never out there.

Belonging was only waiting
for me
to come home
within.