I picture myself crawling out of a cracked shell. I see parts of me escaping into my truth. Into my body that I am. Me. Free. I feel it more each day. I can tell I am being healed each day more and more. I see you. The body, the shell, the barriers. The entire cast around your body that shapes you still. It is not you, it does not belong to you. You are not it. It is not you. You can be free. This love I am ready for, I have waited and you have arrived. God is at work and you are continuing to crack me out of my shell. Sunshine into my soul, the sun breaks this cast open, you are my sun.