I wrote this last night, always a work in progress. I got my Picc out – so happy. I am getting there.

Blessings

Blessings are often those soft voices
you allow yourself to say – in an open
and closed space for only you to hear.

In hope against hope, for the message
you said will come back. Kinder,
and lighter, like sliding your arms out
of that backpack, rucksack you have

Been carrying for much too long.
You don’t let it drop; it drops. Your
shoulders and spine relieved from
the compression, from all that has
pressed in long days and short
years. And now,

Now – the bright light you
feel yet cannot see, sinks in. You
swallow, not hard, full. Tears fall
back down your full cheeks, full of heat

Almost unknowingly. Things that
you hope for, that may or may not
come true; that you voiced for
in silence is given to you. In

Prayer, in simple elegance,
blessings slowly fill that well
inside you. Move your hand to
your chest to be sure. Hold. There.
It is true.

– T.W.

#blessings