My heart will beat with the
of a newly born soul
Held tightly in the arms of the Great Spirit
inside those standing near her
without judgment spilling over.
Instead I will breed new life within my depression-storing
and anxiety-inducing responses
even the agony of stopping too soon.
I will lift my gifts and defects
in thanks for the suffering;
I will be grateful to the Great Spirit
for this rocky
road called life.
Reaping the gifts of experiences
too fragile to reveal as God’s trudge through
to manifest a greater imagined connection
to all ~
even the angry burned-by-hot fears
and users covered by non-loving moments
and humans of scorched understandings.
For it is also my belief that
I will be thankful for
the horrific and the noble
the stench and the fresh
the ignoring and the counting-on
the tangible touches of lost destinies
along with the victories too amended
to be believed.
Yes. The victories and the losses
too amended to be believed.
I will continue
in a haze of love for all.