Show up
When did I stop showing up for myself?
When did I allow myself to sit in my own grave?
It took me too long to swim out the well of tears I had created.
Now I dig deeper into my core
Unveil each layer of me
Peel back the versions of myself I laid to rest.
I rose from the death of many yesterday's that made me today.
I showed up for myself with bells on
A twinkle in my eye
& all the love in my heart. -E.P. Mendoza















