Poem:
We are hungry for the witnessing of our natures.
We long to look into a mirror and
see our own true face reflected back to us.
We ache to know the powerful clarity of union, when the identity
embraced or discovered or chosen is embodied so deeply that
inside and outside are a fluent language,
effortless and deep like breathing.
Because identity is not just an idea,
but is rather lived out in the body of flesh and feeling,
blood and bone and story.
The body holds the story, of everything you have ever been,
and it knows the way to build bridges.
Listen.
Prompt:
Where do your identities live in your body?
What do they look like in their physical form?
What do they feel like, in your skin?
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The Identity Session
Non-FictionThis is not a typical Wattpad story. Beginning on July 5th, 2016 and continuing for a week, I'll post a poem, followed by writing prompts to The Identity Session. Respond to all or any of the prompts that inspire you from each day, either by in-line...
