I wrote this poem to myself on one particularly difficult night. Sometimes we have to remind ourselves of how strong and beautiful we are, that we are on our own side and worth every bit of labor it takes to give birth to our true selves ❤️
Hey there beautiful soul
You, my love
You are my hero
This beautiful, wild, naked face I see in the mirror
Your strong, feminine body
Bears the signs of a warrior
You have lived
Created life
Been emptied of it
And through years of famine
Your soul burned through
You never gave up on you
I see courage and fearlessness written all over your body and soul
I see hope in your scars
You’ve risked it all
For Love
Real love
Not the mushy kind
The kind that builds kingdoms
People
Worlds
The kind that brings Heaven to earth
In little, hidden ways
The kind that literally moves mountains
Makes miracles
You are strong enough to yield
Powerful enough to be vulnerable
And yet to stand alone
A joyful child, full of expectation
Heavily seasoned with wisdom from another world
You
Have learned from the whisper of the aspen
The majesty of mountains
The cosmic bliss of the oceans
The sweet seduction of the violin
The heavenly odor of a Colorado afternoon in July
That pure scent of evergreen and sunshine swept, swirling, off the foothills
The heavy sweetness and tingle of rainy night dew on bare skin
You’ve peered into the souls
Of people you love
And seen the landscapes God called forth within them
You have held and carried more weight of glory
Than most who’ve walked this place
You
Made your own way
Built your own door
Became your own fortress
Wherein Love (God) can dwell
You are a universe of delight
Summer in full bloom
Dripping with honey
Wildflowers and secret doorways around every corner
A desert rose
You go on forever
An eternal love song is what you are
Go on
And sing
The Eye of the Needle 