I live my life through the words I write
Every once in a while
things change.
The routine we once carried out automatically
requires revision.
Can we take the moment to appreciate
how nothing can stay the same
and how sometimes
it’s putting ourselves first
that invites the water to ripple?
Waters need to ripple
to help the river flow.
What worked for me then
was what I needed then.
What I need now
may look wildly different
and that’s OK.
My needs evolve with me
as I do.
All we can depend on is
us, ourselves,
the actions we take.
We can control what we do,
we’re the only ones.
Do not rely on the weather.
Take people’s comments at face value.
Believe the universe to be on our side,
but necessarily on our time frame.
All we can depend on is us,
ourselves.
The wood has been treated
with pressure.
Built to sustain hardships.
Arranged with equal spacing,
board after board of wood builds a wall
strong, and powerful.
Blocking more than can pass through,
it makes you believe you have a chance,
through the narrow openings.
Reality stands different.
Border. Barrier. Boundary.
All names apply.
Its commonality in partitioning property
eludes us,
the shared spread of land between us
stretches too far.
A new collection
of wood designed to withstand pressure,
due to arrive soon.
Practice compassion
towards others, and yourself.
We all try our best.
I can see you in my dreams
almost as clear as stars in the sky.
I can see this fictional world
crafted behind my eyes
and attempted to craft on paper.
You began behind my eyes
and live there every day,
help me go to sleep
daydream
and accompany long drives.
The part of me that never developed
until now.
Love yourself a little harder now
through the pain that came from your own hands
through the pain in your body
through the fear of the world out there.
Love yourself through it all
today
and tomorrow
and the next.
To slow down enough
for it all to catch up;
the stress, the sleepless nights,
the self-neglect,
means sitting with the pain
for a while
until it dissipates.
I feel
whole
peaceful
beautiful
myself
until I look in the mirror.
After we lose connection
we almost always have the opportunity
to reconnect.
The movies sell us this idea
with dramatic music and obvious build-up
to the main event,
where broken hearts are whole once more.
Life is not like the movies.
We do not hear background music or see dramatic irony
to know when we are on the path
to re-connection.
In times like these,
maybe what we need to listen for
are the silent streets
and seldom-heard sounds within our own homes
to build the movie suspense.
We, right now,
have an opportunity to reconnect with the selves
we have lost in the midst of the non-stop,
chaotic lives that came to a halt,
because of another organism
who finally got its turn in the spotlight.
We can reconnect with ourselves,
the souls we call our own
and the souls of those near and dear.
Before we live in regret
we can repair those broken links
and make our hearts whole, and healed,
again.
This is the opportunity
to take over the script, and dialogue, of our movie.
Will you pick up a pen?
Dawning Words 