Just a morning, being a human
A new poem and a lil audio love note
There is much to grieve but there is more to embrace. Like my coffee on this warm summer morning that won’t last — fall is on our coattails. I look in the mirror and see my face change every day. I see my mother, I see my fate. Or that of my skin and bones. And in my gut, I know it is a gift. It is freedom, to lose control, to lose my grip. In my best moments I see it all, like yesterday in the grocery store parking lot with the rain. I did not flinch. I closed my eyes and soaked in every drop of it like hot pavement. I thought, crazy as it seems, “This is one of those times when I will miss being a human and all it brings.” Being alive can induce so much pain, but I know if I can just hang on it will eventually give way.
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