Holding the center

I was born before anything could be done,
and yet it was already too late.

I must believe in myself. I have scant other options.
To believe in myself, to hold myself in awe, tenderness & reverence, feels paramount.
To become integration. and. not. resistance.
To let the weak, tired old self trickle off unseen like dead skin.
Prayer. & meditation. Are lifelines.