I live my life through the words I write
Sometimes
we travel so far down a path
to look back, in search of the road signs
that led us astray,
is to see a fog so dense
all the eyes can see, is gray.
You deserve better treatment
than you’re receiving.
Anyone does.
Hold on.
Stand your ground.
Eventually,
fog succumbs to the sun.
Wondering
if we shall ever
cross paths again
leads me to the land of daydreams
where anything is possible.
The cycle begins again.
The pain, the blood, manifests
throughout and outside my body.
I will watch my body swell with pulsing blood
and inflamed tissues.
I will hear her cry out in pain
as she sheds what no longer serves her.
I will feel her energy deplete
as she asks for stillness, for rest, for love.
I will hold her, nurture her, and love her
through the pain of release
as many times as she needs.
I came home to my body today.
There she was, waiting for me
with an embrace to wrap me twice around.
I listened to what she needed,
I shared with her my desires,
we worked together.
Partners.
I had forgotten what her love felt like,
how much she has to give.
I remember now,
now that I’m back home.
Sky painted by an ombre
blue to pink to grey to white
a continuous gradient
smooth as a hardwood floor,
no clouds to ruffle the texture up.
Wrap me in the softness
as it descends upon me like a
fresh-from-the-dryer bedsheet
whipped high above the bed to,
in each fibre’s own time,
grace upon the mattress
and skin.
I may need some extra love
and compassion
but I will make it through this
one day at a time
one moment at a time
one breath at a time.
Time and time again
I’m knocked down to my knees
by an event of immense magnitude
because all the smaller signs along the way,
I’ve missed.
Tragedy, sickness, death,
these are what it takes for me to stop,
re-evaluate my priorities,
make space to enjoy this gift of a life
I’ve been blessed to receive.
Maybe this time will be different.
Maybe this time I will carry forward
the gratitude, the presence,
the love I have found again.
I need this time to be different,
and will make it so.
I believe I read your character accurately
when I met you.
I believe you to be
humble, genuine, kind, loyal, loving
still, now,
as you seemed before.
I believe you to be
‘one of the good ones’, a shining light
upon this Earth
and the lives of those you touch,
including mine.
I will remember you in fondness,
in hope for the future, your future
and what you will create for all of us.
I will cherish your light
and the way you reminded me
that gut instincts, sometimes, are spot-on.
I am lucky to have met you,
and cherish the changes evolving in me
since that day,
the changes you remain oblivious to,
for the better.
He’s gone. He’s in the past.
Not in the present
and likely absent from the future.
In the past is where he can,
should, stay.
Part of me
but apart from me.
What we have today
may not be here tomorrow.
Practice gratitude.
Dawning Words 