I asked the universe for help.
Sometimes you are given
What you need.
Nothing is more terrifying
Or ecstatic.
Dreamwalking lucid
Through the night
To change shape,
To become.
Awestruck, transforming
At every turn.
You walked me into memory
On paths that led relentless
To every place of my wounding.
And although I claimed readiness to heal,
Although I asked for this
I was not ready.
No one could be ready.
So many places to revisit
So much grief to face
Some I had forgotten although
I still carried the weight of them.
You crushed me down
With wisdom, tenderness
Showed me
What past crushing had done
To this body, this troubled mind.
I found I could still breathe
The fear died, finally
And I lived.
(Some experiences are difficult to convey through prose.)
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