Truth is your name, not the letters behind them, nor your diagnoses, those labels of wife, mother, sister, friend...
Breathe in your grace and exhale the stories that hold you back
Once I knew a quiet and watchful child who held fears hand
befriending a belly that fluttered
her sweet racing heart a constant companion
Insecurity weaved it’s way into every fiber of her tender being;
a sturdy fabric for such a delicate soul to wear
This is your time to undress without shame
to shrug the heaviness of that old and tattered garment off your weary shoulders
Drape yourself in the finest silks and gossamer threads
Inhale the heady fragrance of peace as you release the hand of fears icy grip
This is your time...
Angela Minard 2021©
Photography by~ Kristina Makeeva
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