Letter # 2

Dear Home,

As I remember you again

You become real

Whisk away the karma that is left

A non Spiritual life I left behind

But ohhh so real

A teenager with burgundy hair

A hair net, a zig zag skirt

I hated my legs

This one is not as good as the others

Standing in the grass I felt so large

The blades were so tall

Who is that?

Everyone thought I was rich

But you always spoke of how you never had money

My shame

You think I have money

Well I don't

I have shame

That's my currency

How much shame will it cost me to buy a house

Or a car?

How much shame dollars do I have to pay?

Then I met someone and their currency was love

But I had shame and we needed a currency exchange place quick

And the exchange rate was high

100% was the only rate you'd give me on the shame

And in return you'd hand me over all your love

And you took my hand in yours and it carried in it the story of a good life where everything was okay

And I realized the stories I made up against myself

Because I thought I wasn’t worthy of love

But there wasn't an exhange place that would take that currency anymore

And so I thought

Lets walk a little further

Until we get home

And what is home anyway

Perhaps it's that place we thought we left when we got here.

I love you,

-Liz