How can I do it all?
why does it feel so heavy
once a connection is made it
doesn’t leave…, and yet
where is my memory?
I need this moment for me,
for the sake of not over or under preparing for moments that don’t happen.
There’s an emptiness inside –
and I am grateful for it. It shows me
where i can love more.
forced gratitude sometimes,
the fear of complaining,
practicing victimhood, won’t claim me today.
at the moment of celebration,
there’s a lot more unplanned purging…
But I can see the freedom at the open door. I can feel the wind that flows through the openness all throughout, and I’ll just let the opening be there, while
I linger in this healing maze, clinging to the rocks, for
whenever I’m truly ready