*stretching* looks like this

 

-that is me on Christmas day-

-trying to get used to the wrinkles that are showing up-

 

 

 

early in the morning hours

-3 am seems to be a favorite time-

 when my body was screaming at me

-yes, it is still doing that, daily-

and i could feel a wave of hot,fierce anger begin to wash over me

i reminded myself

-barely-

that i am bigger than the pain.

that i have

 *got this*

in the sense that i am well practiced and have nothing to fear.

 

poems formed in my head,

words tumbling together

but the swollen fingers refused to grasp a pen

even lightly

so the words fell apart and drifted back to where they came

and i was left with

the darkness

-again-

 

i wanted to have an out of body experience so i

could gather up the broken pieces of

now

in my arms

and whisper to each one,

 that i will not break, i will be well, this too shall pass.

i wanted to

be a fortune teller

 telling  myself stories of my future wholeness.

but of course, we are not meant to know our futures

 

so instead i wait for the light to come and i comfort myself that somewhere it is morning time and people are starting their tea and saying their morning prayers and begining a fresh new day.

morning always arrives

-yes-

and i return to myself to

 delight in my present

through gratitude  work

spoken thanksgiving

and projects

that will stretch me

creatively

spiritually,

emotionally,

 mentally

and

physically

 

the morning always comes.

i cling to that..