I am
alone
lonely in this aloneness
tired
body tired, longing for sleep
mind tired
abandoned
empty like chocolate boxes
I am grateful
I am moonlight
reflected in a little window
I am grateful
soft morning holds me
like a lover
waking me gently to see
I am thinking of a kiss,
a touch, a sweet memory
I am feeling alive in the shadow
of his body, his voice, his being
this is new
I am healing the gaping wound
with tiny sutures
one thread pulled slowly
through
I am alone
in this aloneness I am
meeting myself again
I am waking
I am dreaming
I am waiting
on the banks of a river
staring at my reflection
distorted and moving with the current
light folded in the water
what is the difference between my face and the moon’s?
I am in the space between
believing and dying
turning and sitting still
raging and unfolding
the sky cracks open and the river knows it
everything within
is falling out, in, sideways
my life is a jar of river stones
waiting to be smashed open
waiting to begin to end
I am
~
©Leigh-Anne Fraser 2011
note: this came through as a result of a new Diving Deeper assignment… the voice of ‘I am’ is powerful for me… I am enjoying exploring and listening to it… more to come.
