Protect Your Space

For the first time ever in my thirty years of living I said no to my mother.

No.

A very simple word, yet the hardest one for me to say.

I watched her flinch as it flew from my lips unable to stop this bubbling joy from rising in me.

My first taste of a boundary with the main perpetrator of violence in my life.

Protect your Space.

Self Empowerment.
Loving yourself, truly, not speaking cruelly of yourself.
Self Empowerment,
Nurturing yourself, completely, giving care so sweetly to yourself.
Self Empowerment,
Hearing yourself, holy, not as fickle or coldly by minds saboteuring-self.
Self Empowerment,
Acknowledging yourself, fully, every pain that was securely locked away by frightened-self.

Protect your Space.

Don’t shy away from love and tenderness
Wary of every person, assuming, presuming motives of ulterior intent
Not every person is trying to fight you
You are no longer perched on the edge of Sycamore, watching,
Waiting,
To see how this fight would turn out.

Safety signals in soft sighs and sights surrounding special someones, who this someone cannot do without,
Self Empowerment came from the safety signals that this special someone cautiously and carefully directly spearheaded through all of my doubts.
Self Empowerment now screams, steeped deep in shadowy depths within,
Self Empowerment can only ever begin if one

Protects their Space.