Be mindful – a dream is process and premonition.
Her skin broke at the crown. Curled under pines- sweet smells and needles, the bones kept coming to breach the usual space she held.
Fed by velvet, they grew; best -nobody told them what to do.
Breathing and alive they boasted of health and healing, strength and esteem.
So much heavier than she could’ve imagined, she lifted her head to reveal them. Tangled in threads of light, she emerged.
Great receivers, they magnified and made her nauseous at first. A few deep breaths brought relief.
Everything she saw was crystal clear; unveiled secrets, no lies concealed.
Her worth was born.
Grace ousted fear.