Work on your stuff or your stuff will work on you.~Steven Forrest
Yesterday the zinging web presented
strangers and neighbors’ dogs,
my nimble heart like a bee among
nectared blossoms until I lumbered
home. The introvert with social skills
so easily called beyond the borders,
feigning strength even to myself.
My overwhelm a necessary piece
of the tenacity today.
Reaching into my core, the innermost
fires of the planet breathing
life. This is it. Welcome
what is in my way. These precious
blocks, so long scorned
and ugly, dark shadows of
unresolved trauma I carry
weighted and slow until you
laughing and easy, hold out
a hand. Together we open
these cumbersome boxes and shine
the tarnished treasures within.