LUCY ROBINSON

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Break-through

March 07, 2018 by Lucy Robinson

He hands over my driver’s license and calls me by name. I’m still learning to answer to this name

I was given at birth. Still becoming who I came here to be, reflective and embodiment of god(dess).

I search as if I need help finding Her as if she resides in external substances and situations

And not within, hiding because she doesn't believe she is safe.  

How many lifetimes has she received punishment for being too much of something?

The truth of me is unruly and unbroken

    beauty and break-through

    grit and grace

    flesh and fluid

Either we are never safe or we are ultimately safe—that is, we are temporary, my greatest heartbreak.

March 07, 2018 /Lucy Robinson
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