we talk
and I blow
the doors of my heart
wide open
exposing my fear
and panic.
And I literally
say exactly what’s
crept under my
skin,
suddenly appearing
like an itchy
tapeworm,
the compulsion
to scratch
so strong,
while my blood
drips slowly
to the floor.
And you tell
me what I need to
know,
and it’s not pretty,
or tidy, or sugar-coated.
It’s gritty, and horrible
and tender, and
real, and it
breaks
my heart
even more open,
to love you,
to keep space for
you, and your
living, and your
past and
lessons.
You are richly
steeped in
beautiful experiences
and as I
meet the equally
mermerising people
from your
journey, things
will get
tricky at times,
and I will have
bouts of “stilstuipe”
and we will
both find the
courage and
wisdom to
take the other’s
hand
and continue
to walk this crazy
path with dogs,
and coffee,
and backgammon,
and perhaps too
many carbs!
For when you
find a tiny human
spark, who
has through trials
and tribulations
grown into your very own
fantastic human,
a great stance
is to keep your
eyes set firmly
on the prize,
and be.
~Lu
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