A slight re-write of an older poem, because writing something for real just ain't happening tonight. Still, I don't know that I've ever shared this one and I just found it again...and it kinda fits where I'm at today anyway. It's like it was meant to happen.
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There are
moments.
The moment
between sleeping and waking when I,
tiptoeing
cautiously back from a dreamless night
feel Sun’s
beams stretching across my bed.
Like the
hope I’ve been waiting for,
she warms my
body before I can attempt to
shame it
into non-existence.
It’s as if the
Goddess herself crawls into my veins and
holds me
from the inside.
She breathes
life into my limbs,
pulls my
body back from the exile of denial
and instills
my heart with innocence
my
sleep-filled being
doesn’t
remember losing.
In that
moment between sleeping and waking,
I let her
love me
in the ways
I dare not love myself.
I feel her
open the secured places,
let her slip
inside and
infuse them
with denied truth, rendering them sacred.
I suspend my
thoughts in her arms,
let her
bless my sunshine filled body, and
spend the
rest of the day aching
to live
wholly into this half-realized dream
of me, as I
am.
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