This man. This man loves me better than I love myself sometimes. In fact, in so many ways he’s the reason I know the importance of loving myself. To have him as my best friend and confidant is a magnificent blessing.
Tonight, as I’ve done many other nights, I came to him with heaviness in my heart. Feeling frozen, confused, fearful… I wish I could adequately describe the way our souls danced in collaboration while we conversed to lift the burdens in my heavy heart. It was almost like magic, the magic of being in the presence of a soulmate.
Before we said goodnight and after I showed him a poem that I’m working on (coming soon to a blog post near you), he dug up an old poem he wrote and recited it to me…
“Trying to piece it all together,
as I sit on the wall
Until gravity whispers, “everything falls”
Then the cracks in the puzzle fall through cracks in the ground
The blueprint escapes waiting to be found
Lost in the abyss, everyone forgets
and everything was forgotten ever since
Lost in September, gone by December
Reignited in March, in June we remember
A grid on the stars and a grid on my face
A grid on this paper, what is this place?
I question the mark, I question the skies
I question a question, for all is disguised
With my new lenses I reach spiral stairs
I climb to the top, the puzzle is there
So I choose a door, through it I crawl
Only to find myself sitting on a wall.”
It was music to my ears and food for my soul. I’ve been starving myself of the arts that make my soul come alive. I don’t want to do that anymore. Thanks for the reminder babe ❤
Love & Light,
The Awakened Momma