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.
SCHUYLERYour anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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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 know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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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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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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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’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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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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Hold me here, where I feel less like a stranger to my own laughter. Where it’s easier to believe things happen for a reason or maybe, at least, out of a thousand winding roads my life might take, I will still find one that fits me.
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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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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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I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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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 never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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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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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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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 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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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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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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Please come here, but not too close.
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This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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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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