She moved about the world
like a wish, existence resting upon others’ needs like a cloud of perfume living to sweeten others’ air like water, bringing cool relief while resisting rigid form that would strip her of her talent to fit wherever she was needed. She desperately twisted into unfitting spaces determined to prove she was enough to fill them while her own wishes needs, longings unfulfilled sent pulses of shame twisting her spine further until the pressure of straining paralyzed her to stillness. From the stillness she heard a voice urgent yet unworried tender yet strong that both understood her and saw beyond her she heard her name which meant “delight” given to her at birth or perhaps before. Mesmerized in stillness now a conscious decision she heard the whisper “I have already granted you the permission to fall short of others’ wildest dreams permission to have wishes all of your own and to take the form I created you for- it fits you perfectly.”
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