In black and white mostly rarely in technicolor - appearing once in a strawberry moon through warm t e a r s I can’t seem to hold space for you The guilt rumbles up and D I E S I wanted to Envelop you in my arms like a newborn, Use the softest words to soothe like I would a child, Encourage you to be… yourself when awkward limbs and strange peach fuzz existed Forgive the oozing wounds still stinging from teenage past And tell you that I’ll walk with you as you’re cuffed to the hand of melancholy Instead, I look away Like you did- a candle gently extinguished Wondering what made light essential n o w The burden is no longer yours to carry In those years… well it was all I had the hopelessness of a child forgotten. Though You’ve dreamed and conquered with proud hands to prove a single stubborn Kerosene lamp can create abundance It shows in thickened skin with nicks and scratches healed over weathered iron flesh They tell a story Not a pretty one But one made with grit and discipline Somewhere in there, possibly in the depths is a soft hearted man That didn’t know what to do with a fiery, sensitive, feeling little girl It would’ve been easier if I was a wooden one It is okay, we’ll be okay It’s in the way your piercing eyes remain Hard glint No nonsense Nothing should ever break that core I don’t intend to I’m weary from my own journey through the shrouding darkness Yet, here I am A whole woman.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 