Foundations.

I collect my
Feelings
Like my favorite
Bling
(The ones with all
The crystals.)
They’re mine to
Hold or to let
Go of,
In my time,
In my way,
As I design.
Like everything else
Taken from me,
I treasure my
Rainbow of emotion.
The anger I was
Denied,
The envy I was
Ashamed of,
The sadness I was
Told wasn’t very
Positive;
I collect them
Like stones
And feel each
Smooth and rigid
Edge;
And when I
Choose to be
Done with them
I scatter
Them along my
Path
Like a cobbled
Pathway
Leading me home.
I don’t throw
Them at anyone else,
And they aren’t
Bargaining chips to
Cheat with,
I’m proud of my
Sensitive soul,
For only I know
The growth
It’s taken
To heal to here.
You’re not meant
To change or to
Fix me,
Don’t try to
Love my emotions away,
Just stand here
In silence
Beside me,
And you’ll see
There’s no need
For blame.
It’s not about
Fault or pointing
Fingers,
It’s not about
Re-wounding the wound;
It’s about
Autonomy and freedom,
And having faith
In grown folks
Abilities
To mend themselves
On their own.
An ounce of patience
And a dash of compassion –
Careful not to pity –
And gently stirred
In full-bodied
Embraces,
Moment by moment
The realest of
Real things
Develops and deepens,
And solid foundations
Take shape on
Their own.

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