Focus

You’re always so solicitous

when I’m ill, as I trace back

to find the particular ingredient

my system reacted against.

Yet all the while,

the unexpressed anger

I held

in the face of enmity

casual cruelty

turned any food at all

indigestible.

It is only now

sitting for a year

for an hour every morning

I listen into that deep space

slide of easy integration

where flowers this new opportunity

to honor my sensitivity.

What was onerous transforms.

The shard of shattered righteous

I found so irritating

now gleaming in new light.

Look, what I hold

and respect, what I release

is also yours,

a great cultural movement

and I am here

for you

as I’ve always been

even

especially

in my blindness,

my terror, deaf,

wincing from the anticipated

uppercut, trapped

in my innermost

circle of hell.

A click as it all comes into focus.

The new way of seeing

the fog lifting

I call your name.

Inspired by: Onerous, Shard, Opportunity, and Uppercut.

 

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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