This year, more than ever
I’ve been told who I am:
You are insulting, dishonest, judgmental…
You are self-absorbed, self-righteous, selfish…
You are a fraud.
Not since my childhood has my identity been so marred. With each mistake. Each failing. Each wrong.
Only now, I know the words reflect the pain
of the condemner;
as is also true when assigned beatific qualities.
Each an echo of another’s hopes and fears.
2012 has taken me under its wing
in a crash course of knowing who
I am,
transcending the urge to write the book, entitled:
Fuck You ALL,
while preparing for the same.
Tenderizing me
in my own Grace
so that I no longer need
to Please
or Agree
or Understand.
Kelly Salasin, April 2012
Other 2012 “courses” in “I am-ness”:
Two Owls Calling 