Living the Dream

Upon the pages of your heart
is the truth of it, my friend;

the unfolding and understanding
that forgiveness is often tripped up
by the skip rope we have jumped

a woman is her own mother,
her daughter, her sister, her own goddess
and all roads lead back to us

here in the web of shadowed branches
we weave the loose strands of yarn
until there is a tapestry

we wrap the shawl we have made
over our shoulders like an embrace;
each loop we have knotted, an ending
and yet a beginning

one word at a time, one absolution
after another, we have become our own
comfort and care

rest well, beneath the cover of kinship,
beneath care of friendship,
and there, brew a thousand phrases
that tell of your journey,
weaver of words

Tags: Harboring A Hope, Poems //