I’m trying to embrace and be
while holding on some more…
kinda like while swinging
I cling to the ropes while stretching toes to soar.
I’m wanting to breathe and know
that in this, my right now
the substance that is me comes with
into the next step along with another ask of how.
Its like I still need gentle reminding
we don’t lose what we’ve become
no matter the scene setting or view
the who we are cannot be run away from.
Yet even still tis true of me
at times I still resist the growth nudge…
defending what I insisted was the way to be!
yet not wanting to resist or hold a grudge.
Rather would I bound toward what is new…
upon hints of inner shifting
sensing change could build a bridge…
instead of “whoa me- o – my I’m not ready yet, I’m still practicing!”
Seems growth invites us, like an unexpected guest
and who are we to say we’re not prepared?
when deep down we seek to nod and just say yes…
Oh to jump and leap and swing!!!
eager to shed outgrown modes and ways…
I yearn to be able
to ditch what ifs and surf the waves.
Yet unfulfilled yearnings cry, “what about us?”
tugging at me, fearing their neglect
and so again I remind them, “You come with me
and safe in my heart you will always be for there’s not a moment I forget.”
But for the right now…
something else is pulling…
something else I must do…
and so in my thoughts they’re safe
to continue to grow and bloom…
I’ve said I’m willing and I’ve clung to that hope…
yet sometimes when beckoned, “Come!”
I’ve answered, “no Tre, not yet, no way, nope.”
This I know I must find a way
to give form to inklings.
Because so often I ponder indefinitely
as I’m oober good at thinkerings.
So a quiet promise will I make
to this little girl of mine within:
“Tre Tre go let yourself frolic and play for a time
you’re allowed to pursue these yearnings any which way
yes indeedy you are allowed to grin.”
Here’s to the living truer still to our hearts….and allowing ourelves to swing