Open your heart.
Receive guidance from unexpected sources
without searching.
Believe in magic.
It surrounds you.
Surrender your learned need to feel in control
so you can receive the magical messages
meant for you.
I live my life through the words I write
Buried in silence
beneath layers of self-doubt.
I will stand, and rise.
There’s no point in trying to gain control
over anything.
Once you have it, it disappears,
or morphs,
or ropes you into submission
with the tables turned.
Start each day clean, fresh.
What you knew yesterday,
what you thought you had all figured out,
no longer exists.
I want to listen to my gut,
follow what I believe, deep down, is right,
but when listening and following
means swimming upstream,
it’s hard.
Just because a candle isn’t burning
doesn’t mean it can
or will
no longer burn again.
I can see you standing beside me
talking to me
looking at me
I can feel you touching me
skin to skin.
There, on the driveway,
dropping me off outside the door
lingering for goodnight.
Our lips join in fireworks
the pattern rehearsed.
My mind plays games with me,
this dreamworld.
You know as well as I
we never saw each other again
and likely never will.
I want to believe in my body
I want to believe we can do this,
that we were meant to do this.
I know she’s strong
I know she would do amazing
come through on the other side
successful.
I know she’s capable of anything.
I know her
and I want to believe in her
but with every month that passes
it feels harder and harder to believe.
Maybe,
I don’t know my body that well after all.
It gets easier with time,
I know that
I see that
I feel.
When it’s so hard at the beginning
‘easier’ seems impossible to reach
but it just takes time.
Sometimes, a long time.
I have always arrived there before,
eventually,
and I believe I will again.
You think you’ve finally done it,
done it right and at the right time,
maybe this time it will be different.
No.
It’s the same as any other.
The pain from your mind, heart and uterus
submerges you in blood
until you emerge, days later.
The pain from the uterus may retreat
but from the mind and heart, does not.
It lingers
and grows
and swells for weeks
until next month, when again,
you’ll think you’ve finally done it
and then you wait
in hopeful optimism
that this time will be different.
Believe you are stronger than the wind.
Take another breath
flap your wings a few times more
change your angle slightly, if you must,
but keep going.
Keep fighting.
Just when you think you have nothing left
the gust will subside,
and surge forward, you will.
Believe you are stronger than the wind
and keep fighting.