Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
Bravery
Is something I nie run short on
Unless it comes down
To my own sake,
I will be first to support,
To voice, to rise,
To link arms with another,
For another;
But may I remember
Being brave,
In support of self
Is being brave for us all,
Too.
I stand
Tall,
Surrounded
By the light that is not of my own,
Lifted, supported,
By arms outstretched,
Uplifting,
Gifting,
Small pieces from each
To build a new whole,
In and through me,
And my dream
Keep me at center,
Where I may be pulled evenly,
Joined by outstretched hands,
By others who see me,
Others who will come to know
The me I am coming to be,
Who will help nurture,
The spiral traveling,
The soul at center,
To center;
Centered.
And then come moments
When the gathering
is as good as the food,
When community need not look the same,
Where yesterday you may have been strangers,
But everyone is now family,
Here everyone knows your name
She of Letters 