Again

 I reached forward to take the hand, a saving hand of encouragement and strength. With all my doubts and pity for my every cell, I took it away, letting go again.

Again! 

I reached again to search for the handout, the gift that would bring me to a place of self-confidence. I pulled away again, doubting the results that would transpire if I followed through. 

Again!

I stood tall, and I let the hand come to me to lift me up and guide me forward. I made it.

Again, I am here with a hand up, not a hand out.

We Glow

 

We glow the same color at the same time.

We sparkle with challenges, easing the strife.

We embrace the impossible to take on the barriers

We dance around the careless placement of despair

We take our love with powerful reinforcement

We salt the path ahead with confidence

We climb higher than the mountain ahead 

We glow the same color at the same time.

My Pieces

The pieces on the ground lay in front of me

Please do not attempt to hand them to me

Let me gather them when I am ready

Don't give up on me just yet

I will try to sort the pieces in time

Do not sweep them up, hide them, or dispose of them

The mess is mine, I own the pieces before me

I have the strength to build from these very pieces

If time runs out, if the clock even stops, I will do this

Make better pieces from the pieces in front of me on the ground

In The Clearing

It opened a space within the vast darkness

It spread apart the confusion in the dream

It crawled between the barriers in the daylight

Here it has cleared the way.

It confirmed the intuition in the waves of thought

It embraced the powers in the confident moments

It allowed the peaceful presence of internal heaven

Here it has cleared the way

I fell into peace

 

My mind cleared and opened up

My senses rose to new heights

My understanding formed trueness

My breath swept away clouds

My touch embraced the newness

My spirit strengthened into vastness

She Catches Butterflies

Her wonder is compared to an adventurous child. 

Tiptoes among the young and old.

She sees the vastness of pain and reason. 

Chasing butterflies for answers among the endless winds. 

She stops at the edge, terrified to take the leap. 

Working hard to catch up to her passions. 

In dreams, she catches butterflies until her reality allows her to take flight.

Pieces of the past and present

The atmosphere vibrated with silent welcomes

Welcome back; it has been a while. 

Pieces were left here in the unspoken agreement of the past.

The pull of knowing without knowing it.

The present, the here and the now

Colliding with the past and pieces left behind.

The atmosphere became visible

The pieces are now put back together