Small Watchers

Three small watchers

Under my hands small forms appear, I call them small watchers.

They resemble one another, yet each is different.

Watcher.

Being.

Tower.

Nest.

Seed.

Egg.

The old roles slowly fall away.

What remains is freedom.

I am still learning how to invest in myself.

Sometimes guilt comes with it.

After a night of sleep, it usually fades.

A family of small forms