When I'm pretending, my entire body revolts.
It screams in the language of symptoms.
Sometimes right away.
Sometimes later on.
So I'm diligently tasked with killing the people-pleaser in me.
The accommodation I’d rather not do.
The actions that go against what I need.
And while I spend time worrying what others might think of me.
An invisible kingdom is working in the dark.
Taking shape only after I stop pretending.
🌿 In the forest, mushrooms are the decomposers.
Breaking down what’s gone so something new can begin.
Watercolor, 9in x 7in
Framed with a white mat boarder, 10in x 12in
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