What is it about us humans
that we grab
monkey bar hands
from family
to partner
to children
to lover
white knuckles tight
from one rung
to the next...
Making up stories
of who we are
and how they must be
from where our hands cling fast
What of letting the hands fall
connecting lighter
Throwing back the head
Eyes closed and warmed by the sun
Standing on our own two feet
toes squeezing warm earth
being okay with that...
What of trusting the warm breath
in our own body and heart
an end to safety seeking
of putting that burden on another
finding fulfillment in what you give
instead...
Standing alone
breathing it in
allows the softest breeze of a smile
to be felt on the skin
the chance to reflect
The body grows up
stops hungering...
choosing a listening walk beside others
a shoulder to shoulder playful nudge
rather than grabbing
What if we knew from young
that everyone
who came across your path
had 3 gifts to offer you
and you to them
And if you were patient
and quiet enough
you would see them
These treasures ready
to be laid down
some just to show you what you are not
some what you are...
but only if you give the gifts space
in which to show themselves
unwrap
slowly...
I wonder how it would be
if we all began to love eachother
this quietly...
Copyright 2016 The Lioness Project
www.tlppoetry.com
A poem by Veronica Farmer
To see more of Veronica's work visit www.madebeautifulbyscars.com
that we grab
monkey bar hands
from family
to partner
to children
to lover
white knuckles tight
from one rung
to the next...
Making up stories
of who we are
and how they must be
from where our hands cling fast
What of letting the hands fall
connecting lighter
Throwing back the head
Eyes closed and warmed by the sun
Standing on our own two feet
toes squeezing warm earth
being okay with that...
What of trusting the warm breath
in our own body and heart
an end to safety seeking
of putting that burden on another
finding fulfillment in what you give
instead...
Standing alone
breathing it in
allows the softest breeze of a smile
to be felt on the skin
the chance to reflect
The body grows up
stops hungering...
choosing a listening walk beside others
a shoulder to shoulder playful nudge
rather than grabbing
What if we knew from young
that everyone
who came across your path
had 3 gifts to offer you
and you to them
And if you were patient
and quiet enough
you would see them
These treasures ready
to be laid down
some just to show you what you are not
some what you are...
but only if you give the gifts space
in which to show themselves
unwrap
slowly...
I wonder how it would be
if we all began to love eachother
this quietly...
Copyright 2016 The Lioness Project
www.tlppoetry.com
A poem by Veronica Farmer
To see more of Veronica's work visit www.madebeautifulbyscars.com
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