Forgiveness;
The weight takes flight from your bones
And your heart
Cracks open.
Bigger. Boundary free.
And the flow
Of energy and love returns.
You are stronger than you realize.
Forgiveness;
The weight takes flight from your bones
And your heart
Cracks open.
Bigger. Boundary free.
And the flow
Of energy and love returns.
You are stronger than you realize.
I often think i am done
Whether sun
Or shadow fall on my face.
Even when a smile curves my lips
A battle may rage
Within;
This at any time.
I walk upon stone,
I walk upon dirt
Both hurt
When the weight is heavy.
Though i stand tall,
A smile curves my lips.
Each breath a blessing
As i fill my lungs with air,
As I stretch up to the sky with all my might
The weight gets lighter,
My feet less tender.
I look at my heart.
It has no boundaries
Nor my mind in fact.
Every cell,
Every atom
At peace if I allow it to be.
And so it flows through me,
And so I am.
for most of her life
(more than less)
she was in a state of heightened
fight or flight
her head dizzy
her breathing uncontrolled
her senses and mind wired as tight as a cat ready to run
watching body language
reading expressions and eyes
listening to tone
holding her breath waiting to bolt or duck at any given moment
her whole body racing while standing still
as soon as someone spoke to her, her mind flooded with confusion.
why me? can’t you see i am the ugliest, stupidest most disgusting person here. i am slow
of thought and of no interest.
you must be mistaken.
I am no one.
But you would never guess. Or you might consider then brush it off. she smiles and nods her
head.
Have a nice day, she might say.
by the way she quickly moves away
you would never guess the weight she carries is so very heavy.
Dancing.
I
Replace my worries
With passion.
I forget all but the music and my body moves without
Any other concern but a rhythm
Older than time.
For all of me loves every layer of every note,
Every beat.
If I were not able to dance I would die,
The weight of all I carry in me crushing
My very internal being.
I have to set those fierce ones physically free.
The ones that hang on so very tight
To my heart and skin,
That cannot be
Placed in ink or breath.
The dance becomes me
And I,
The dance.
To love,
There is no known
Depth.
Not a single mind can perceive
A measurement of love.
Love is just that.
Love.
It cannot be weighed
Or laid out and measured
From end to end.
Yet the weight of its absence
Can bring a soul
To their
Knees.