With Softness & Curiosity.

Goosebumps are here. And that’s a really good thing.

Photo by Dima Kapralov on Unsplash

when i get too far from myself
i feel it
as anger and frustration
irritability, fatigue
my skin becomes thorns.

i need rest
of a certain kind —
space. wandering. words.
the wind blows
and i feel it
an aliveness
a precious ember.

i need the beautiful things, the simple things
swaying treetops
small birds chirping
a million shades of green.

my frayed nerves and heavy eyes
plunge me into the plush curtains of acceptance
something to hold onto
as i let go…

sand slips, time ticks
leaning in
whispering it’s okay —
where i am now. where i was then.
who i am becoming. what i am still learning.
what i don’t yet understand. where i still struggle.
the plushness of being okay with it all
the edges and sharp parts too.