Standing Where I Begin

Looking down from the edge,

I feel bravery rise inside the vastness—
alarming echoes of the past
ringing through my chest.

I take a breath of courage,
preparing to take the first step.

Eyes closed,
I become more—
surrounding my inner voice
with confidence, strength, and awareness.

I welcome the new journey. It has now become.

Again!

I reached forward
to take the hand—
a saving hand of encouragement,
of strength.

Carrying doubt in every cell,
wrapped in pity I mistook for protection,
I pulled away.
I let go.

Again.

I reached once more,
searching for the offering—
the gift that promised self-confidence,
the place where I might finally arrive.

Fear whispered consequences.
Uncertainty rehearsed failure.
And again,
I stepped back.

Again.

Then I stood.

I stopped chasing the hand
and let it come to me.
I allowed myself to be lifted,
guided forward,
held steady.

I made it.

And now I am here—
again—
with a hand up,
not a hand out.

From the Pieces

The pieces lie scattered at my feet.

Please—
do not hand them to me.

Let me reach for them
when I am ready.

Do not give up on me yet.
I am still here.

I will learn the shape of what broke.
I will take my time
sorting what can be kept,
what must be reimagined.

Do not sweep them away.
Do not hide them.
Do not decide their fate for me.

The mess is mine.
I own every fragment before me.

There is strength in these hands—
enough to build
from what remains.

And if time runs thin,
if the clock dares to stop,
I will still do this—

making something truer,
something stronger,
from the pieces
on the ground.

It Cleared the Way

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 the 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 that of 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.

Unspoken Return

The atmosphere vibrated
with silent welcomes—
a knowing without words.

Welcome back.
It has been a while.

Pieces were left here
by an unspoken agreement with the past,
waiting without judgment,
without demand.

There was a pull—
knowing without knowing why.

The present.
The here.
The now.

Colliding gently
with what was once set aside.

The atmosphere became visible,
thick with recognition,
soft with permission.

And the pieces—
no longer scattered—
found their way back together.

Give me the person

Give me the strength to carry myself

to be the person I hope to be.

Give me grace to present myself

to be the person they all see.

Give me the patience to heal myself

to be the person that is me.

ONLY YOU CAN

You have what it takes to make that change, to turn things into something else.

 Never easy, never a clear path to help make those choices that count the most.

Only you can deliver that to your world, to step from one place to another.

Be sure of those steps would be foolish, only you can be brave enough to go forward.