The Old Fabrics Weave.....

Peeling beck, peeling away
the Old beliefs have had their way with this Life.
Just last night revealed a core place of limitation.
An old Life threatening childhood event of fear and terror.
Elements of it still effect my choices
A new voice is rising;
I deserve quality mature love
I deserve to be listened to
I deserve to be engaged with intimacy in all its forms.
I deserve to Give freely and fully without fear
I deserve to Trust
I deserve to know when trust is not wise
I deserve Life.

Here's to 2011!