conduits

some days
you think you might
break from it all,
a schism rupturing
through the part of you
that has been holding
things together,
and the part that
no longer can

then you stare down
at the lifelines in your
strong, tested palms
open in supplication
to the grace of sky,
remembering what
you had almost forgot-

that at any given moment
we hold the ability
to grasp life with
our able hands,

and be the conduits of
our own abundance
our own power
our own peace
our own joy

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crossroads

If we really
learned to trust
ourselves
and believed
deep down
in our own
ability to be
okay
no matter

then we
would have
so little to fear,
because we
would know
that at any
given point
in time

we are
standing
at our own
crossroads of change
gentling beckoning to
the untapped self
as if to say,

come my friend
just walk with me
we’ve got this

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knowing

we may never
know
why life unfolds
the way it does

or why at times
the wheel spins out
seasons and cycles
known only
to itself

but we can
know
and carry with us
the only thing that
lights our way
and brings grace
to a space of
darkness-

love

for love restores
hope to the heart
when all else fails

and if you
are able to hold
and know
the gift of love,
then know

it is enough

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moon

there it stands
sky high
in the night

giving me
permission to shine
with the light
of a thousand faces
when I am full
and brim with life

reminding me
to never be ashamed
that the dark
may change my shape
and cause me to look
less to those
looking outside

promising me
that anything we lose
is only there to teach
us how to let go
so when it is time
we too can rise again
made new

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beyond the bounds

in the end
they are only
numbers
and labels
and things
tying
you down,
keeping
you small
when you
cannot see
beyond them
or realize
that their value
is determined
by someone
other than
you

it is so easy
to stand
in the middle
of it all
and forget
that we are
the determiners
of our own
value,
and that
which matters
most cannot
be measured
or numbered
or counted
or timed

but hides
somewhere
in love’s infinity
to only be found
beyond the
bounds

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