I’ve not written long-form for months. I’ve barely written in months. Those times when all the words feel stuck in your chest, unable to escape, or maybe feel to raw to escape.
I had some time this morning, and so have sat with purpose trying to free one or two.
Vulnerability. Hope. Desire. Truthfulness. Fear. Doubt. Want. Need.
These have all surfaced. It’s little wonder that the words have been difficult to conjure and articulate recently.
Here’s what emerged.
I reach for you and you are there
In the darkness
A hand to hold
Fingers encompass mine;
And tell me that I am no longer alone
For a while
I relent
Relax into the warmth
To accept what is
In this moment
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In the void
When you have gone
I wonder
Is this real?
Greedy for more
To erase the uncertainty of the yet to be uncovered
A fear of foolishness
Falling too far, too fast
Exposing myself
To the vulnerable
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And so I sit alone
Buried in my own thoughts
Bewildered
Oscillating from skepticism to wonderment
Craving that juncture
When we meet again
Where I am me and
You are you
That instant when hesitation melts
To make way for boundless faith.