
What deep inner stirrings
Are rising up
And, if not caught early
And treated with tenderness,
Like a cloud of dust
Disperse into nothingness
Her own stirred up dust
Ready to settle
Into something more
Awaken. Heal. Inspire.
What deep inner stirrings
Are rising up
And, if not caught early
And treated with tenderness,
Like a cloud of dust
Disperse into nothingness
Her own stirred up dust
Ready to settle
Into something more
And what if her time is up
Life as she knows it
Is changing
Right before her eyes
And though her mind feels the fear
Her heart skips two beats
Knowing that change is coming
Beating at the edge
Of her dreams
Coffee stains
Don’t fix the pain
Of wanting what she cannot see
And her heart leaps
As it tries to keep
In sight what she cannot see
What if she changes course
And it doesn’t kill her
Or anyone else
Or any other thing that may have felt
Its own life and livelihood
Depended on her staying put
Just like the clouds that breeze by
She changes
And the vision looks different
From every angle
And bears a message just for her:
The shift is what you make it
Her world is shifting
From the inside out
Will all her parts come with her
Or will some wither on the vine
Of her renewal
Feeding the seeds
Of an unseen future