Branches Book

BRANCHES

The cold nips at my heart and I don’t know how to keep going.

Felt Response.

SOMETHING TO HOLD ON TO

It’s a prevented car crash. Slam on the breaks and feel stomach drop. Relieved because I saw life flash, and I could almost feel inevitability.

My trouble storm has passed on but for some reason

I can’t drag my stomach up from the pits. And I can’t stop my heart from beating like a thousand angels’ wings.

When lines get crossed and twisted I am acutely aware that

just because I have mastered the art of talking to trees at night does not mean I have learned how to listen. I know now that I am still the hummingbird in the sky and the one on the ground; the one who gets burned and the one who is burning. My acceptance won’t always sound like Congratulations!

Sometimes it’s just recalling a memory the size of the moon and recognizing that I am highly susceptible to feeling a lot. But where there was once pain there is no longer.

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