My heart will beat with the
calmness
of a newly born soul
Held tightly in the arms of the Great Spirit
who sees
inside those standing near her
without fear
without tremor
without judgment spilling over.
Instead
I will breed new life within my depression-storing
and anxiety-inducing responses
and
even the agony of stopping too soon.
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
stumbling
tripping
uneven
a road called life.
Reaping the gifts of experiences
too fragile to reveal as God’s trudge through
using me
teaching me
allowing me
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 blaze of love for all.
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