How can we stay soft and open, When pain is burning us into dust? How can we welcome the birth of a new identity When all we feel is grief from dying of the old selves? I want to say “love, my dear”. “It’s the reason why we’re here: To give love and to receive love.” It’s true, yet it’s hard to utter the words in the midst of heartbreak and confusion. So instead, I pray for mercy. I pray for the clarity and strength to be who I’m. I pray for the self-assurance of this Monstera plant. When I brought it home a few years ago, my kitty cat got curious and chewed off all except one stem. This mighty plant was undeterred. It continued to grow and went on to thrive into this full, elegant being. So I lay my head back down and ask the universe for mercy. Allow me to feel the lightness from leaving behind what no longer serves me. Give me the courage to step forward to welcome this new chapter of my life. So I pray.
The first draft of this poem was written in a workshop with @chrisferreiras. Thanks for a great workshop filled with tips for writers Chris. I appreciate the community!