You balked
watching dust dance in the sunbeams
how the once hidden
glitters, floats,
shimmers
as it awakens from the shadows
you startle, quasi a snare
this gnarl to hide your resentful envy
of how my light is triggering–
shining on the shadow work you refused
to hold, to examine.
instead of interrogating what needs to be released
for you to step into your abundance
you project
onto me this self-judgment
wrap it in ridicule
refusing to wonder why
you still only see balls of what you’ve shed,
not what you can be
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