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It Feels Like This


 









It feels like standing still and strong,
Not grasping for love—just knowing I belong.
No longer bracing for the blow,
But letting love rise and letting it flow.

It feels like sunlight touching my skin,
Not just warmth, but welcome within.
I am not hiding—I do not flinch.
This peace? It holds me, inch by inch.

It feels like dancing without a plan,
Spinning barefoot in the arms of I AM.
Surrender isn't losing control—
It's trust. It's ease. It's rest for the soul.

It feels like saying "yes" to now,
Not haunted by the when or how.
Grief no longer swells like waves—
I've walked through loss and found the brave.

It feels like breath I didn’t know I’d lost,
Found again—without the cost
Of shrinking, silencing, or shame—
But love, wide open, without blame.

It feels like roots that reach down deep,
And let me rise without a leap.
I’m grounded in a sacred name,
Unshaken now by wind or flame.

It feels like being fully seen
And not once doubting what it means.
No mask, no walls, no running feet—
Just quiet courage, strong and sweet.

It feels like me—my truest part,
Wholeness woven through my heart.
This is love, without disguise—
Where healing lives and hope replies.

So if you ask me what it’s like
To live in trust and walk in light,
I’ll say with joy and trembling grace:
It feels like home. It feels like space.

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