Longing

Longing for connection.

Where I could say all of it.
And then it'd be forgotten.
But what a relief!

I wonder how that'd feel.
I long for it.

Lost

If I ever were to lose myself,
THIS is how it'd feel.

Flat.
Like paper is flat.

My hands continue their work,
no longer directed by my soul.

A major shift is taking place,
I recognize this.

But the work I have done is slowly crumbling.
MySELF is no longer leading.

If I were to lose mySELF,
Yes,
this is how it'd feel.

I hope I don't lose.

Grey Matter

A friend once said to me that she cannot stand the grey...that everything must be black in white in her world.

My world is one hundred shades of grey.

I told her, I LIVE in the grey.

I don't have to know.  Not always.

Though the grey can piss me off at times, I often find comfort in it.

I don't have to have answers.

I mustn't think just ONE way.

I can relax in the grey.

Our brains are described as "grey matter", afterall.

BLESSED

I have found mySELF, so many times...
Between the pages as I make sense of the words,
In front of my dresser as I button my jeans,
On the windowsill as I wipe the dust away.

I find mySELF and I smile,
Or I cry,
Or I make up lies and discuss them inside of my head,
Until I'm confused and can't remember how the discussion began,
But I know that I feel worse.

But I've learned about those lies,
And how to work past them,
and around them,
and through them,
And how to leave them behind.

So that I can smile again.
And I can continue to fine mySELF,
Whilst I learn, and dress, and clean.

When I was Twenty, I figured I was as Wise as I'd ever be.
That idea shrinks as I get Wiser and I realize
That I'm not as Wise now as I will be next week
Or next month
Or next year.

I adore how far I've come in this life.
I'm scared about how far I might go.
But I'm thrilled at where I am.

BLESSED.

My Body...It Aches

I said to him last night or this morning (i can't remember)
that i'm not sure how long i can keep this up.
this pace.
these long strides.
because each night, once kep is asleep,
i've no more to give but so much more to do
and i regret, come morning,
that i didn't do all the more that i could've
the eve before.
but my legs, they ache to lie down
and my back, it aches to lie still
and my core, it aches b/c it can take no more
and all because
each part of my whole is neglected.
serious neglection.

so i told him that i need to focus on my body
and building
so that i can handle going at a pace that
feels good at the end of a day...
ANY day...
long or short...
easy or difficult...
my body needs attention
so that it can attend my life.

I would like to be still

I would like to be still

in my mind

and in my heart

So that i might hear

and be able to listen

to what is being said

to me

from Him.

I would like to be still

so that answers can find me

and i might nod my head

and finally understand

why i feel

the way i do

and why i think

what i think.

I would like to be still

so that someone could embrace me

with soft arms

They could wrap me in love

and hold me just right

so that i might feel

and believe

that i am loved.

I would like to be still

so that i could start again

the way i was meant to start

and so that i could take steps

in the direction i was meant to go

toward all things

that fill me up.

I would like to still mySELF

and still yourSELF

so that we might connect

and love each other

and feel each others energy

flow through and back again

as close as we could possibly be

without becoming one.

Finding the Words

I'm never sure how to begin
Or what to say
Not sure what emotions to share
Or what truths to tell
There is a line
Or, is there?
If it is all truths, why am I so scared?
It doesn't often sound "just right"
And I don't often publish
But so much exists in my mind
And I yearn for a place
A space
An ear
A shoulder
The right words
An order to put them in
So it all makes sense
To me
And you