Name it

to tame it.
These wise words
found me
today.
I’m a writer.
The prospect makes
me feel
truly fulfilled,
and completely
petrified.
At once.
Or perhaps
excited, and
afraid.
I have a destiny,
a piece to add
to the bigger puzzle
of my life,
and perhaps
yours
too.
To give back
some of
the blessings
I’ve so freely
received.

Name it, to
tame it.
I love you.
With a passion that
surprises,
thrills, and also
triggers the
scary monster in the closet greys,
all at once.
This love could
consume us both,
its power tsunami-like
in its potency.
And I crave
it.
All the
time.

Name it,
to tame it.
My life
is changing. I’m
clawing back time,
with my bare hands,
to live, fully,
to write,
to create,
to share,
to grow into
the crazy gloriousness
I know
I’m meant to
be.
My bones
cry out
for it.
And my
spirit
sobs
when I starve
myself
of the oxygen
this new life
needs,
even deserves,
to flourish.

Name it,
to tame
it.
I’m ready
to step off
this
cliff.
To do the
writing.
To spread the
message.
To get
the tattoo,
and feck,
perhaps
even
to soar
above
the clouds.

~Lu