Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
SCHUYLERThe world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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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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Please come here, but not too close.
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My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.
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For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.
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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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I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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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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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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