She doesn’t wish to spend the rest of her life believing in everyone else but herself,
So today she took the tiniest step
And exhaled all the breaths she had been holding internally for dear life .
It may remain unseen to others
but in her world it is the biggest,
Most beautiful move she’s made that she can recall,
Maybe even in her whole life.
It’s time to move on brave girl.
When one least expects
Along comes the soul,
The one who simply loves you
And your human ways.
Limbo.
You have been afraid to even spill milk
Because the world did almost end once;
Unseen bullet holes.
Unseen scars that seeped into bone.
But that was then
And that was them,
This is now
And they are gone.
I have lost count the times I blew out my own candle,
to hide in the dark, to keep myself unseen.
But I did not know there were such lovely souls,
the seekers,
who found people like me
And let us be without criticizing.
Kindly,
Lovingly,
Softly they lit the way out,
Not a light to blinding nor a noise to frightening,
Allowing us time and space to
Re-emerge at our own pace,
In our own time.
I am ever grateful.
We will keep going round
And round like this
Until
Each of us accept in our hearts and minds
Completely
That everyone carries
Burdens of the heart unseen which
Our minds cannot comprehend.
Hear the message in the silence between
What you believe you hear in words;
See the stillness between movements.
Therein lies communication of the soul.
Love.
I feel it in my gut,
The very marrow of my bones.
This pull.
This unseen force
Crying out loud.
This magnetism over time
In molecules and dreamtime.
Walking.
Waking.
A higher knowing within
You to me,
Me to you.
Here and now.
Then and hereafter.
In perpetuum.
She could not find her way out of
The darkness.
She heard you calling,
Trying to guide
Her here and there.
But she could not decipher the language you Spoke.
And the paths.
Everyone constructs different paths,
Different maps.
And she does not understand them.
Their rules of speed and design.
When she is just herself.
She tries and tries to
Stay the course
But she ends up off the road
Muddy and beaten.
In shambles.
All they do is stare
And forget.
But I am still here.
Unseen.
Unseen,
The cold air
Does snap the branch
Without
Remorse.
August.
It creeps up on me
Unseen.
This grief grows
And i miss her so,
My
Momma.
Chole Into Diamonds 