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rebirth
willed by the rain
washing over me.
slow at first,
it filled the bank.
drowning in emotions
I built a dam.
sustaining the erosion,
red sand through my hands.
fossils of past versions
appearing briefly as guidance
of washed away adaptations.
creating a new mold by
imprinting this iteration
of self in the mud.
I baked in the sun
walked steadily aground
willed by the earth
in this wild rebirth.
more herself
she was never more herself,
than on those private moments,
when the door was shut
and tired she shed her clothes off
one by one, a careless trail
from the bedroom
to the bathroom door
and in front of the mirror
she studied herself
running fingers through her hair
a mane of wild curls
she flipped and parted,
got her fingers stuck in,
scooped up above her head,
releasing slowly around her neck,
searching for the perfect curl,
she’d twirl around her finger
and watch it
bounce back into position
she’d brush her teeth,
look up and smile
at the storm on her head,
that crown born to frame her space,
glance at the length
of her naked untamed self
as she moved,
only the way she does
when no one’s watching her
come to bed
she was never more herself
than on those natural moments
when she’d pull her sheets up
and fan her curls out
usually she’d blow dry and flatten them,
but she’s realized
that’s such a waste of wildness
Surrender
our call is to surrender
let go and be vulnerable
open up our hearts and feel the feelings
linger in moments
for longer than a swipe or a minute
turn it into eternity
by being, by living
for all we have is now
give in to sadness
and breathe the water
taste the air through mid laughter
let them flow through us
don’t flee from but embrace
the change is in the shadows
we’re light in motion
stagnation snuffs us
surrender to the unknown
the miracles of humanity
the more we see us
the more we are us
learn from but don’t cling to the past
or call the constant our future
for all we have is now
and it’s infinite
if we surrender
to being it