Or at least that’s how it feels when you go without.
(for such a long time.)
I have every reason to be terrified, skeptical, doubtful,
though I know none of those things are who I am, really.
More so, I welcome what may come. It may not be how I thought,
but it’s here, right in front of me,
the whole time.
I make room for the unknown; the wild.
and lift my head.
The broken Beloved, right in front of me.
We sit with our failures like old friends,
reminding us of what we’ve been, what we don’t deserve
and maybe why we can’t move.
I’m telling you that you can,
and that you deserve to thrive, and have good things,
because there will always be a reason to doubt.
I challenge you to move.
You’ve helped me notice words again. and patience again.
how easy it is to lose yourself in the lonely times,
to think too much of yourself and why you aren’t enough.
Whoever is enough?
And then you learn it’s not about being enough.
it’s about the calm, and the fading of fear into small hopes,
small joys, small everything.
everything starts small.