I am brave.
I welcome my fears
and call them friends.
I invite them in
and they learn to love me as well;
they help me build my wings.
They make them stronger
and they too learn to fly away
free.
I am brave.
I welcome my fears
and call them friends.
I invite them in
and they learn to love me as well;
they help me build my wings.
They make them stronger
and they too learn to fly away
free.
For so many years I hid bits of myself.
I tucked
My favorite Legos in the floorboards,
In the house where the gun went off.
Hoping someday someone would find them and
Create something admirable.
I wrote my name in nooks
And secret places hoping someday
Someone would read me;
My book.
I placed my voice in a jar
And put it in a corner
Hoping someday
Someone would find it,
Open
It and hear me;
My song.
I am going back and collecting these bits of me
Myself.
For I know my worth now
And those bits are too lovely to keep hidden
In dark places;
Too lonely to wait any longer
Simply wishing to be found by another.
All of me for me.
I will not pick up the knife to injure you.
For I remember well what it feels like to be cut
In many different places
By many different people.
I desire not to inflict
Pain upon
Another soul.
For with each wound I give,
I am pained twice.
Would you too let go your knives?
Your words and actions
Float like dandelion wishes
Upon the breeze.
You do not know where they
Might
Land and plant themselves.
Peace cannot come soon
Enough.
I embrace it with all my being.
Every breath,
Every cell of me.
For my heart is
Most weary.
I have grown tired of wars
Within and without.
I suppose when you are spent is when you relent
To it;
Becoming
The stillness.
Drained from the fight
You realize light is
The only way
You can
Rise another day;
To be love.
You must let go of
What could have been,
The “if”,
And
Love yourself anyway.
So many people feeling less than.
Surrounded by criticism.
Held hostage by
Those who hold onto forgiveness
And definitions
As power,
Desiring unobtainable perfection through their eyes alone.
Sweet soul,
You are perfectly perfect being human.
Perfection is accepting your humanness,
Our humanness
And the whole of us.
Our so called flaws are part of us.
They make us even more beautiful.
I was reduced to ashes when
You found me.
Your passion
Lit a fire,
An eruption of desire.
I am no longer under my control.
Relit from the inside out
Internal
Flames burn now
Where there was once doubt.
The wild ones.
You look at them and see untamed
Savages
Yet
You hide your tears and cry in secrecy
Wishing you too
Would be free.
I followed him into his garden.
And there we held each other
And listened as our hearts sang in
Sorrow.
The sky darkened
And that is when I heard
Him
Weeping silently.
We wept together
Holding on until our hearts began singing a familiar song.
And as the sky cleared we heard others singing out too,
“We have each other.
We have each other.”