This is a pilgrimage, to find myself

To know that I am whole, even though in fact I am.

To want to believe in myself,

To want to trust in what I am.

This is a pilgrimage, to love myself

To go for everything, that I hesitantly feel I deserve.

To wish to wake up everyday,

To wish that there are more days.

This is a pilgrimage to myself

To be truthful to every speck of my energy,

To be authentic to express every cell that makes me.

This is a pilgrimage to myself

To the wholeness of my entity,

To the love that I starve for, yet already am,

This is a pilgrimage to myself.