When the armor falls.
It will feel as if you have fallen.

When the walls break.
It will feel as if you have broken.

And yet.
It’s that your skin is suddenly new to the world.
All that has been hidden is seen.
All that has been forgotten has felt.
The sun is too bright.
Life, too loud.

But you are there.
Here.
Standing.
Or on your knees.
In the newness of it all.

There is no lie.
It will be hard.
The pain may sear.
And still.
You will feel your way through.

Because you are no longer bound.
By what has kept you far from yourSelf.
And the freedom to become more of yourSelf.
All of yourSelf.
Is sweet.
And you.
Are mighty.
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