returning.

It's crazy how after so many years of floating through space

Drifting above your body, never quite connecting with it

Feeling as if your losing a part of yourself with each passing day

After being disconnected for so long, unaware, unconscious

You can wake up

Returning back to yourself isn't always a beautiful thing

In fact it's like ripping yourself open, making space for your return

It's painful, it's messy and it's freakin hard

But it's so worth it

Because in returning to yourself everything comes rushing back

Old patterns, habits, the good and the not so

The longer you spend in this painful area, returning

The more time you have to sift through all of this

Picking out the things that are true to you, beneficial and nourishing

Like the way you used to roll in the sand without a care in the world

Or the way you would sing in the car at the top of your lungs

The way you would laugh simply about laughing until your belly ached

All of this coming back to you

Until once again,

Your true self,

Your inner child,

Has returned back into your skin