Rescue

It is dark in here and my fingers hurt,

holding on so tight to the side of this place

clinging to the cold

This place is familiar

I find myself here a lot

More than I should

I hear her calling my name

She says,

"LOOKUP! HEY UP HERE!"

But-

My fingers continue to cling

because if I let go I might fall

and it's a long way down

into blackness

the unknown

so I strain my head up and look at her

She is smiling down at me

She knows me, she knows where I am

She loves me

She IS me

So once again I let go

And once again she catches me

She holds me tight and tells me

It's ok, you are in the CLEAR

And once again, I hold on

Breath

and try again.

Photo by Isaac L.

Back in the Closet

When I was young, my Mom's closet was my favorite place in the world. It was full of soft, sweet smelling flowy things. I used to love to bury myself inside the tightly packed goodies and feel the softness surrounding me. As I got older I would sneak in there while she drank her morning coffee at the kitchen table. It felt like a shopping spree! I would hunt and hunt and hunt for the perfect accent to my outfit. For some reason, wearing her clothes felt like wearing my favorite blanky all day. Pure Comfort.

I spent some time in her closet a few weeks ago. But she wasn't drinking her coffee at the kitchen table. Her clothes were still soft and sweet smelling. I took something home with me from that closet. It's hanging in my guest room closet now. I can't bring myself to put it on.

Yet.

photo by Caseface123

Her

Her voice was the first thing I heard as I lay nestled up so cozy inside of her.

When her voice comes out of my own throat it stops me cold.

Before - it annoyed me

Now - it is pure gift

Perspective really does change Everything.

photo by .lisakimberly.