as I go though life

stealing away moments

of goodness and joy…

tucking them safely…somewhere away…

so that nobody can touch them…like fine crystal or heirlooms in the making…

and, we fear that in their being touched, then, maybe, somehow, 

someone might spoil them for me or break something in me…

even without their intending to or even knowing that they did…

because I tuck my pain away too…

until I start to recognize

that I have no pockets in the suit I’m wearing

and no idea or clue of where I think

or even can imagine the somewhere

I’m tucking and hiding these moments 

Seems like I’ve been sharing them all along without realizing it.

I’ve been revealing myself to all of you…

We have all been revealing ourselves…through the choices we are making…

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