The Softness
A poem
Winds of change blow ever so slightly. I’m back here again. Feet on solid ground, but there is movement swirling in the air.
Another transition. I can’t quite name it yet. But the words hang on the tip of my tongue. The structure looks familiar, I know these old bones: tension, shedding skin, rawness, and becoming anew.
It’s not that I’m becoming anything different, no…it’s deeper, more subtle than that. It feels like remembering the depths of who I am and finding fresh courage to live it.
And oh, how the air is warm. Sweet. Forgiving. Mild.
And that is what makes it so powerful — the softness, the softness, muttered in one breath.
The softness gives me back to myself.
It gives me permission to feel it all. To not know. To be vulnerable and human. To try new things. To experiment. To fail.
The softness is my freedom.
Winds dance like tender song lyrics through my hair, strands sticking to strawberry-flavored lipgloss.
I take a moment and sing out to the world —
Give me these wings
Bathe me in the amber-rose glow of sunset
As I nest closer to the molten center
Of my core
Oh the simple bliss
In just being
Me.
I’m ready.
I’m ready.
It’s time.
Sarah L. Harvey is a therapist, writer, and dancer. She believes creativity is magical. She recently published a book, Your Broken Heart is Art, available on Amazon.
