The only constant is change.
And yet I feel a desire for control.
I fret and anguish over this,
This desire to know.
It rises in my chest,
The crest of a wave,
Rushing trying to hold it together.
And only when I release,
Break and cry onto the shore,
Dissipate in my dissolve,
Commit to letting certainty go,
And grieve my fear of the unknown.
Only in this messy, liminal space,
Accepting I will never know,
The mystery of it all.
Only then,
Am I able to breathe,
Expand and explore,
No longer shrink and implore.
To hold compassion for myself,
Revere my ever-changing story,
Interests, learnings, relationships and experiences,
And start to reconnect with the whole.
Planted [22 Jan 2024 at 08:52]
Last tended [22 Jan 2024 at 09:11]