In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
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Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.
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In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
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If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
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Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.
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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
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I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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