A poem on coming to know the parts of ourselves that have been submerged.

Come to know these parts:
self
submerged
emerging,
mixing with shadows
finding freest version 
intimate
even with what has been cast off.

What was disowned in order to survive?
Find out.
Call this back now,
offer a seat
draw in what is needed
rounding the circle
in union
integrating
wholeness
in service of truth.

Tend now what needs tending,
unbound from dark remnants 
setting sail to past pains.
This:
the call of self for authenticity,
waking up 
from what has been asleep.
This is not a problem 
to be solved
rather mystery 
to be faced — 
knocking to find the way 
out of hiding.

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