Can I See Me

Who said we had to have it all figured out?

What I want to be?

Who I want to wake and see peering back at me in the reflective surface that seems to bear just enough of my soul to be

recognizable,

yet not enough to be identical

because there is always a piece that is…

missing.

 

Who said we had to have it all figured out?

Where I want to be?

As if the place I am right now will never be enough,

even as I try to be patient and still, quieting my mind,

yet this thrashing pain against the fibers of my heart are screaming and banging to be set free!

“free me!”

The same screams.

 

Who said we had to have it all figured out?

What if my misery of uncertainty that continues to fall from lack of clarity into the abyss of  “just maybe” is just enough for me?

 

What if life is less about planning and more about jumping, leaping, tumbling, tripping and shattering into a million little pieces so that we can finally

SEE

…the many pieces that makes us who we are so that maybe…

just maybe…

we discover that what we were missing was actually with us

within us

all long…

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