Each morning I rise to receive,
Hands raised like nets,
This light sieving through my fingers
I’ll find you in each moment
Read MoreAll is now, uncontainable;
Flow.
I’m afraid that you wanted me to be different,
Something in your head,
And not who I am.
You were afraid that I wouldn’t just be,
Face my fear,
And really live.
I’m afraid of what you saw when you saw me,
That you won’t stand with me in the mess of my fear,