The air is chilly now and I am wishing I had
Thrown on a sweatshirt.
I
Lay down in the ground on my belly
And prop my chin up on my hands.
The evening sun is getting lower and I love
To watch as light filters through all of the different petals and leaves.
If I squint my eyes it looks like millions of stars
Are resting amongst the flowers just like me.
Came back to these old streets,
The path feels so natural beneath my feet.
Broken doorways,
They whisper my name.
They know me from before.
Now condemned;
Boarded windows
And graffiti walls.
No going back to
How it was.
Boards creak and walls speak.
They tell me,
“Move on little girl.
We loved you then,
We love you still.
Best be moving on.
Move along.
The ghosts who called you back
Be long gone.
There only remains residual
Energy of things turned to ash
Blowing now
In the wind.
Head East, or North
South or West.
It is best you move along.”
Lone night;
Wolf howls.
It is you I hear.
The sky is wide
And echoes deep
The longing underneath.
Do not take lightly the pain
Of another because they do not hurt like you,
(measuring with your eyes
that which cannot be poured into a cup)
Honor another’s soul (and your own)
And know that pain is pain;
Yet again relative only to each persons heart And soul experience.
We need to sit and listen more
Be gentle
Be love
Laugh
And validate
Look each other in the eyes
And say (to yourself as well)
“I know you exist.
I see you,
I feel you.
You are worthy
And you are enough.”
*originally published on August 17, 2016*
Chole Into Diamonds 