Tamara Willems

unfolding

to the Unfolding of me…

unaware, I assume I am
unseen
unwritten
unnoticed

unremarkable

however,
underneath
underrated
under covered
me

unafraid,  almost never
unwise, probably …
yet open to acquiring

undesirable,  the romantic in me
would never
entertain the notion!

unloved, nope
unworthy, never

unkind,  … preferably not,
but
unmistakably,
human

untrustworthy, nah

unbelievable,  if it is mentioned that for breakfast
I was seen devouring cold chicken wings ..
with both hands
sauce on face,
lustfully licking my fingers
and not a fruit filled kale infused smoothie …
than this,
most certainly
is NOT to be believed!

unfettered, hmm..
known to possess
a fetter
or two

unlikable,  perish the thought!

understanding,  indubitably

unwilling,
to enter into chaos
led by fear and anger

unbreakable,  oh no ..
far too easily broken,
but never to lose sight
of the pieces

under the weather, absolutely
sometimes  skies
become cloudy and grey,
but I am
undeniably drawn
to the
Light

unintentional, never,
rather
fully intentioned
my intention
always
is Love

unabashedly,
certain of my
inherent
sweetness  (there’s that smile…)

uninspired,
on the contrary,
full to overflowing

ungrateful…   not ever,
no never,
never,
not ever
to be without
unmeasurable
Gratitude

unashamed, unassuming
even undressed
or rather
unmasked

unfalteringly
inviting
grace
to enter here
in the unfolding
of me ♥

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