You want to stand full in your own light, and from the opposite end a hurt keeps reaching up to dim it. Chiron and the Sun face each other, each defining the other: your identity reaches to shine, the wound keeps reminding you exactly where you feel unworthy of being seen. Some days you perform a confident self to outrun the ache. Some days the hurt eclipses you whole. One being, seen from two ends. The doubt will not be killed off, and trying to crush it only feeds it; your light and your wound have to keep answering each other, neither one allowed to win for good.
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