Dust Dancing

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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