Friday, March 11, 2011

With Myself.

There is such a delicious comfort
beginning to flow through my blood
Overnight,
I feel altogether brave,
gentle, strong,
fair.
I woke up with arms
so pure and willing
to wrap around their own
neighborly torso.
My thumbs kindly rub the rifts
running along
my elbows,
and my tongue
greets each
imperfect tooth with
joy.

There will always be
issues to overcome,
but I believe we're
getting closer
to finding some sort of
peace, deep in
the belly.
Through my trials with
anger,
desperation,
bitterness, and sorrow,
I have fallen
in love.

Moving.