poetry Day: Shame Sticks

If you come to me

With your heavy heart

And your windblown thoughts 

I can be the quiet listener who will

Hold your confusion 

I’ll hold it up off your shoulders so you can get a full breath in and a little peace as you start to figure out 

the next step in your journey 

to whole and calm

Or I can be your guide if you tell me what you’ve packed in your duffle that you drag through life. You’ll need a swimsuit because we will be leaving the safe shore and diving deep. 

We will be on the hunt for signs and turns that you followed and we will sit in discussion until something wiggles loose from the tight bundle of shame sticks that you keep like secret offerings. 

You have used your finest ribbon to wrap those, as if those were the hallmark moments of your life and not the thousand times it all went perfectly and love and magic flew from your soul out into the world touching everyone who witnessed your glory. 

You’ll go home with words and songs and a new map to navigate what lies ahead

So be ready

Tell me who you need me to be for you right now

This

Is why I came to this world 

Right now

You only need ask

I am ready

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