I’m taking back my Cocina.

Not harshly.

Not with unkind words.

Simply by no longer allowing you any room in my life any longer.

I’m sorry that you ever felt it was your place to kick me out of my own kitchen.

I don’t hate you, in fact I have found forgiveness for the things you did to make me sacred to go in there. But I refuse to be scared of you any longer. Especially now that I’ve seen the truth, you were just as scared as I was, only I didn’t learn to express it like that until it became a matter of survival.

I hope that you find peace and healing. I wish nothing more than happiness in whatever form that comes to you.

My Cocina is mine, and I will fill it with all the love I have inside of me.. which is a lot. It’s where I make a cup of tea, and hold space for those who need to talk. It’s where magic happens, silly dancing, singing loudly, and so much laughter that the residue of what once was no longer exists.

Except between the pages of a book long since shut.