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painfully aware

Updated: Oct 24, 2022

I watch the waves roll backward to their cold dark source;

I wonder, is my ego undertow or anchor?


A swift surge underfoot threatens our undoing,

upside down and under water, where we’ve lost who we’ve been.


Loosen this grasp on the past or sink,

down where the heavy pieces of our lives lay like shipwrecks...


we fight to swim to the surface,

letting go shouldn’t be so hard.


Gasp for air and beware when tempers rise, like smoke from blistered ash.

I trip on bitter tides of hurt, so predictable, this stumble,

falling back into a dated version of myself.


I do not like her much...

I really thought I’d changed...

still, half-truths escape my careless lips, leaping out in dramatic defense,

and the hurt as it lands is a bellyflop-slap!

I am still me, only now


I am aware of e v e r y t h i n g ….


My sharp, petty edges demand I lick my wounds.

Here’s a spoon, for some sugar, choke this medicine down,

and offer myself this bitter truth:

YOU CREATED THIS. YOU.

I smile between tears...

SEE HOW POWERFUL YOU ARE?


Being aware of e v e r y t h i n g requires a forgiving heart.

This moment of forgiving between me and my

beautifully flawed self.

Broken glass in the sand,

careful where your feet land~

a message washed ashore, on paper, soggy and worn, it reads

“Lighten up”


Only the buoyant survive,

in truth, no one gets out of here alive,

so release, relax, revisit the depths

with a

feather-

light

heart


stop holding your breath.

Sunsets and kinder horizons await.


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