Reflections

In-between

When I really

got down to it,

the healer

in me

desired the same thing

as the part of me

hidden beneath

layers of distraction.

Parts of me

had gotten lost

in trying so hard

to protect

and process

as best they could,

while believing they were

separate.

The further away

they got,

the more attention

they demanded —

leading to a never-ending

struggle.

Relief came

in each moment

as I stood,

not as those fractured

pieces,

but as the whole —

reaching back

and embracing

that hidden part

that knew her own

voice —

welcoming

and releasing

all that stood

in-between.

Reflections

More Tender Than That

I kept searching

until I found

something that could

stop me

in my tracks.

I had let go

of many things.

I had tried so hard

for so long

to sort out

thoughts and all those

wounded places.

I had struggled

and given up.

I had been turned away

and breathed back.

But in that moment,

it was really much

simpler and

more tender

than that.

I found I was

the quiet prayer

in all of it.