Body Meditation 1/17

Dancing with you

In the darkness of my hope

In the cold, hard nooks

Of my bones

And my being

Moments of remembering

How things used to be

How easy it used to be

To walk with you

To sit with you quietly in the sun

To run through the woods

Jump the streams, and climb the cliffs

Dancing with you

Some mornings it’s all I can do

To give myself over to listening

To you and your pain and your demands

I know

I know you need me

I remember too

I remember how we used to be

Anger, grief, resentment

Feelings of betrayal

Things aren’t how they used to be

Never will be again

Hopelessness is but a breath away

Dancing with you

Is so hard

In the darkness of my hope

In the cold, hard nooks

Of my bones

And my being

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