I reach within
I touch my skin
I let the words soften
So many images
Visit the mind
And wisdom unwinds
As these images mingle with reality
Brief moments
Take on weight
Begin to grate
On my shakey sense of worth
Like a baby’s skull
Unformed yet full
Bones to fuse together
There’s been softness within
But also something akin
To all that’s the opposite of Love
I have never loved truly, fully
Because I have never allowed all of me
As I am
To be okay, as it stays
I have refrained from tenderness to myself
Now a spider falls upon my hair
And I whisper to the lanky insect
“I love you”
It is yet another part of Me
Another part of God
And in loving it
I come to see
the lovely part of that human, me
The waves on the shore
To them, again, I whisper more
Love Love, a washing love
The rock beneath me do I love
Oh no!
I’ve just killed a tiny bug!
A splatter of blood on my page
A tiny stain was seconds ago a whole life…
As I try to love all
Do I love which kills or which has remorse for the killing?
It’s all spinning
There’s no winning
Only knowing
Here’s to growing !
Hannah Fitzpatrick Creative 