I am rebirthed

At the edge of a threshold, I am rebirthed. 

As I treat what is ending with respect, I am rebirthed. 

When I speak that which scares me, I am rebirthed. 

When I am willing to lose myself, I am rebirthed. 

When I give myself wholly to the in-between, I am rebirthed. 

When I release those who do not love me, I am rebirthed. 

When I stop trying to convince those who do not see me accurately, I am rebirthed. 

As I rest into the support around me, I am rebirthed. 

If I keep my heart open through the agony, I am rebirthed. 

If I keep my heart open through the ecstasy, I am rebirthed. 

When I trust in the sureness of the winter soil, I am rebirthed. 

As I learn to see and grow in the dark, I am rebirthed. 

As I trust the future rose gardens coded within the seed, I am rebirthed. 

As I find the courage to reach for the light, I am rebirthed. 

As I burst through the known containment of the bud, I am rebirthed. 

As I find the courage to open and share my unique beauty with the world, I am rebirthed. 

When I let go of the very thing about me that captivated others, I am rebirthed. 

As I throw my petals to the wind for the chance to do it again, I am rebirthed. 

Again and again, I am rebirthed. 

I sacrifice who I thought I was in order to truly be me. 

I release my hopes and my dreams, in order to be free. 

I let go of inherited burdens, so I can be properly seen. 

I surrender to the death of who I thought I was in order to give birth to me.