remember
when did you start to forget
all the progress, the promises, the steps
you climbed under silent sunrises
tearing and repairing the muscles of your soul
remembering who you were before
who you are, then
who you could be, again.
When did you forget the pieces so many moments stripped away?
when did you lay all the blame on one chapter
and forget all of the pieces you’d glued back into place before?
when did you become complacent, healed enough to skate by
slipping back into the monotonous sleep of bitter reality?
when the anger flares and the bile rises
on a day supposed to be celebrated
do you remember who you could be?
as you spit venom and curse the sky
do you remember who you could be?
do you remember how the sun felt
on your back when you surrendered?
how the water ebbed and flowed
providing strength or cleansing, protection or healing
do you remember the connection to the pages, the words, the signs?
do you remember the magic of knowing these moments are not finite
and we have more joy to seek, better days to come?
do you remember what you told yourself, and what you heard from so many
before?
remember who you are love, you’re worth so much more.
xx