and what a grace
to begin
at the beginning
taking one step at a time
repairing
what can be repaired
heal
what can be healed
and leave untouched
what is beyond
our power
to change
confident
that the one who has power to change it
will find the way
big
when life is too big
it might be time
to begin
at the beginning
and take
one step
at a time
writing
when writing is painful
in itself
it might be time
to keep silence
thriving
making peace with
the part of ourselves
which have thrived under shadows
of shame
and making peace with what
we never got
while the moon is shifting
and time is passing
by
human
A burst of old emotions
Bringing to the surface
Unexpected reactions
And solitude as a human condition
With the sensation of being
Invisible
And yet so
Fully present
confusing
discovering the root
of one’s solitude
is a passage of confusing sadness
and
a tender relief
enquring
not being given an answer
while enquiring
nourish the sensation of being
invisible
though beyond that sensation
lies an answer
in itself
admitting
being lost
is not necessarily a bad thing to be
as long as we are able to admit
and accept
this is what we are
pressure
undergoing pressure
might bring to the surface
unexpected facets
of the soul
faithfully
faithfully leaning
towards peace