Fix Everything
Holding the tension with love...
This poem won’t fix everything, though the intention to fix helps to move my pen. A day like today, after a difficult yesterday, goes agonizingly slow, in seconds and centimeters, one deep breath to the next. I feel sadness, I feel regret. I feel a bit lost, yet can recognize I acted with integrity, spoke my truth, and must now allow the consequences to find me. I can see more clearly at a great distance. Therefore I wait patiently, do and say little, even when I witness the struggling of others and want to rescue them.
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