We don't ask the lame to keep running
on legs that are shattered and gone.
Instead, helping sort out the fragments
to find other ways to go on.
stop the happiness game for a while,
can't you let me rest in the quiet
so I won't have to fake one more smile?
May I wait where I am in the shadows?
Do I have to glitter with light?
Why can't I weep through my sorrows
and grieve each deep loss in the night?
It's my own unique journey I'm taking
and it's not going to turn out the same,
but if you will wait here beside me,
perhaps this won't add to my pain.
I don't mind if you're also broken;
I'm honored if you will admit.
The guide to our healing is gentle,
comforting every one who is sick.
Perhaps you will glimpse a deep healing
or that love fills the gaps in my heart;
it floods through the places left empty
and it crashes through blocks in each part.
So when it erupts in your presence
you may think I am strong and quite full,
but the fact is the channel is fragile,
though the leakage may heal your soul.
I'm not really worried about it.
I'm receiving the same gift from you.
And one day the meaning of wholeness
might just be that love can flow through.
Thanks to Duane for the idea-prompt "in which I'm questioning if I belong here" -- Don't we all feel this way?
(Illustration: Dream of Flying - Leap from safety, souls of glass, trusting the clouds to break the fall ... yet somehow fly. - a digital painting from 2009, I think?)