Maybe you need to believe that it’s not always all or nothing.
Maybe you need to understand that what doesn’t kill you doesn’t make you stronger.
And that staying where you are is a betrayal of the things you deserve to have.
Not because you are unusually intelligent, or breathtakingly beautiful,
But just because you have a heart for love,
Which deserves to be loved back.
Not because of who you are,
Not in spite of what you did,
But just for you,
In all your faceted brokenness,
And the misconceptions you nurse.
Maybe it’s time you allow yourself to wake without a litany of things to do running in your head.
To stand in the predawn and just breathe, instead of trying to race the sun.
To allow yourself the luxury of mindfulness, and prayer,
And to really believe that your daily bread will be given you.
Maybe you should look at the silver in your hair as growth, and not as a sign of ageing.
Perhaps your myopic fumbling is a way to sharpen your other senses; that of praise and gratitude.
And that slowing of your walk?
A reminder that it takes time to savour the sweetness that this tired old world still contains.
So lie abed if you need it,
Recreate your space if you deem fit,
Give away everything you had hoped to fit into,
Because the present is all you need to dress for.
Go forth bravely, even if you cannot do it boldly,
And remember the only person who really needs pleasing is you.
KMT
5 April 2022