An angel eviscerated
Takes the form of a puddle painted like oil slick
Leaf rot and new moss
An angel on the sidewalk
Snaps me out of it.
I bring myself down and back in
Over and over
Smell my own skin
Feel that breeze?
Cut off the split ends
Old bleach frayed and limp
Release that weight
Everything is unfolding as it is meant to.
Respect this moment for what it is.
Let go of what it is not.
Wounds properly nursed
I re-learn how to be my own friend.
Remember again,
What excitement feels like?
In the belly
In the blood, like
A
Hopeful crescendo
A
Wave crashing
A
Hummingbird heart
The energy comes with the clarity
The grief gets smaller
The lingering love becomes reassuring, peaceful.
Everything is unfolding as it is meant to.
Respect this moment for what it is.
Let go of what it is not.
I am paying more attention
To the sunlight playing
Than the shadows fighting.
My eye is drawn to the litter's sparkle
A path of potential seems straightforward
A clearing in the dark wood
Angels all around.
Everything is unfolding as it is meant to.
Respect this moment for what it is.
Let go of what it is not.
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