Spending time
with you
is the softness
of forest moss,
the warm embrace
of humid air.
A familiar comfort
that soothes
the soul.
You are my forest… away from the forest.
The Wrinkle
Like a crease
on the soul
a surface
that seems smooth
until you look close
and really
pay attention.
My soul clenches,
tightening
in its vulnerability…
Back up.
Subdrop sucks. Just sayin’. Thank you so much for being there with me and helping me through it. I know I’m not easy to be around in close quarters when feeling raw and vulnerable. I can pretend I’m fine for most… but when you get too close the view changes drastically. You manage to always see me at my worst and love me despite the wrinkles in my soul in these moments.
I see
a little bear face
nestled
among the moss
on a hike
among the trees
and draping ferns.
A painted bear face
that brightens
my heart
and suddenly
each step
is a bit lighter.
Painted rocks are all the rage around here these days. You can find them in the city, in the park, on hikes… just about everywhere if you pay attention. Usually, the hikes I go on are a little too strenuous for those that do the whole “painted rock thing”, not to mention who would want to haul rocks on a hike? I found this one on one of the easier hikes, though, just waiting off the trail in some moss to peek out and encourage a smile.
Quietly wilting
edges ruffled
rumpled.
The petals
still fragrant
but fading
still beautiful
but tattered
just along
curled in edges
as beauty
slowly fades.
I will not allow what happened to cause the new petals of my emotional growth to whither and wilt. These delicate edges of floral petals that are the growth of my emotional healthy and well-being are not allowed to be tattered. Not by her. I will not allow this newest affront to cause me to backslide.
Two steps forward
one step back
each single step
worried about
legos
underfoot
I trudge on
weaving between
the obstacles
to get done
what needs done.
Sometimes days come where you just don’t feel like you’re making any progress, no matter how hard you try. By the end of the day, everything you mean to have gotten done is left scattered on the floor unfinished, and you have to accept that the minimal amount you managed to actually do… is going to have to be good enough.
Today was one of those days for me.