Sit with me for a moment
Let me take your hands in mine
Clearing up the mental clutter
Of a tired and worried mind,
Tapping into the deeper consciousness
Past the cobwebs of doubt and fear
Into the depths of higher awareness
Where what you know is what you feel.
Can you quiet the inner sirens
Of past wounds and recycled pain?
You have nothing to lose with me, dear one,
I am not so easily swayed.
It would take a thousand vices
To shake the roots of my respect
It is your humanness that I most admire
Perfection is not a prerequisite.
So let your worries fade into silence
Let your doubts dissolve into dust
The truth has always been there
All I ask is that you trust.
Where there is uncertainty,
Turn inward to that part of you that knows
That inner compass that intuitively pulls
The flicker of light sparking in your tired soul
That voice of conscience that quietly grows.
When you cannot see the next steps forward,
Listen to the wisdom of past insights
The moments when your heart took flight
The epiphanies made in the depths of night
That sense of knowing when the path is right.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll see the bigger picture.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll draft a Plan B.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll wear my problem-solving hat.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll roll up my worn sleeves.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll look for the silver lining.
Maybe tomorrow the confusion will begin to clear.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll break down my defenses.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll lean on someone dear.
Today I will just be.
Reawakening is not a soft process
It is the gasp of clarity
The heaviness of acceptance
The tears of letting go
Of life as we once knew.
Reawakening is trying again
The risk of vulnerability
The reliving of old conditioning
As we slowly begin to believe
This time is different, the past is gone.
Reawakening is proof of healing
That we are ready for change
Cautiously, at turtle pace
Engaging all protective defenses
Until we know that we are safe.
She built a fortress around herself
Very few were permitted inside
Unless they agreed to patiently wait
For her heartache and fears to subside.
Aware that others deemed her as guarded,
She hid her soul beneath ice and steel
Knowing the ones that deserved her trust
Would gave her time and space to heal.
Today was never promised, but here we are
A miracle often overlooked by the mundane
The gift of breathing with numbered breaths
The luxury of repeating again and again the same.
How easily we forget the wonder of sunrises
When we believe we have a wealth of days to come
How beautiful the road we walk with others
When we spent a lifetime traveling alone.
Sometimes when I find myself floating
Drifting aimlessly in rumination and fear
You are the anchor that guides me home
When I cannot find my landing place.
Eventually I would have found a destination
The way I always have, the way I always will
But your presence is like a peaceful song
Singing me to a grounding space.
We are not strangers to bleak wastelands
On canvases of shattered dreams and lost time
But dear soul, the days are brighter with you here
Like a steady anchor to a wayward soul.
Love is written in chapters
Each one beginning with “I met someone,”
With “forever” doodled hopefully in the margins.
Some chapters fill only a few pages
Compared to others still left unfinished
And while no two are exactly alike,
They represent for us growth, change, awareness
Teaching us what heals us and what harms us
As our bruised hearts take risk upon risk
Quietly hopeful for the chapter that will stay.
No, we may not see far beyond the bend,
But the unknown will dissipate as we walk
Fog clearing slowly with each apprehensive step
Uncertain, but not out of our depth.
For isn’t it true that the best decisions
Were made without the luxury of guarantees?
And we are all just as close to a burst of hope
As we are to the stumble of despair?