Hand holding, elbows brushing, hips swaying, feet stomping.
The world has come alive, awakening from it's winter, and I
am awakening with it.
I can feel the revival stirring inside of my body, feel the
rhythm as my heart beats in time, resounding against my ribcage
I want to be free
I don't know anyone but no one feels like a stranger
There is music, and laughter, and dancing, and the world
feels like it has been lit on fire, and I want to be on fire too
I want to glow, emit the light that has been cooped up
inside of me for so long
I want to shine like the sun as it peeks through the clouds,
warming my shoulders, reminding me of miracles
The hot lemonade is warm on my tongue, but comfortably so.
It tastes like honey, like promise and sweetness and hope. It is warmth and
comfort.
We watch as people move like they were born solely to exist
in this moment, like nothing else matters besides this awakening, and I can
feel my heart awakening too
I am coming out of a long, cold winter
My bones are still rusty and don't quite remember how to
dance but the echo of my heartbeat (sounds like a symphony) is a persistent
partner, always inviting me to dance no matter how many times I step on his
feet
She says my confidence is coming back, he says the light is
returning to my eyes, and I feel it all as I am shedding extra layers
I want to experience what it means to be alive
I play a game of feeling everything, letting it be absorbed
into my skin like it is medicine, letting it wash over me like the promise of
hope
It makes me giddy
Reminding me what it's like to have a voice, to break free
from the shackles of darkness, to grow my own set of wings
It reminds me of being seven, when I still fiercely held on
to my light, when the whole world made me insanely happy
Ten years have passed, and I have become more jaded,
hardened by the world, and yet I still feel that same awakening inside of me
the same hope and potential and possibility
this could be the start of something beautiful
And I want to fall in love with this moment, and these
people, and myself and the birds and the trees and the hills and the sky and
everything that seems to call my name, begging me, for this one moment, to be
alive
I am poetess, story teller, belonging to the universe and
the One who created it all, created to marvel and wonder and be fully alive in
every moment while my heart is still beating like a drum inside of me
I was made to feel something more than the weight of the
darkness as it wraps itself around my shoulders and calls itself warmth
I remember a few years ago sitting at a kitchen table in a
house that didn't belong to me, writing on the back of a grocery list that I
want to be enough for myself
I didn't know then that those words would become my cry as I
wandered through these next few years of my life
I was, and am, searching for ways to be enough for myself
I am realizing now I don't have to do anything
I just have to exist
in wonder
in grace
in love
there is nothing I can do or not to do make myself enough, I
just need to accept that I am
I was
And I always will be
I'm still learning what that means
I'm coming back to that place where I live in honesty, not
belonging to another human being but myself, marveling at the world
Sometimes it's easy to write from this place
It's not so easy when you are lacking connection, when the
pieces don't quite fit, when you spill your coffee and spend the afternoon in
bed and stub your toe on your way out the door
I am learning this too is it's own kind of beautiful
If this is crazy than I want to be that. I want to fall in
love with every moment of my one wild and beautiful life, I want to see heaven
and God and the divine nature of it all in everything, I want to finally learn
what it means to embrace my enough-ness and be free
I want to use these wings to fly
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