Poetry Interlude

Journey to Myself

Falling, falling, falling,                                                                                                                                                             into the soft blanket                                                                                                                                                               you laid out for me.

Slowly and carefully,                                                                                                                                                                      as this trust exercise                                                                                                                                                               was not easy for me.

But you gained my trust.                                                                                                                                                      And I began falling toward                                                                                                                                                     that blanket.

Slowly, slowly, slowly,                                                                                                                                                                    at first.

But the way your eyes                                                                                                                                                                  lit up                                                                                                                                                                                     when you greeted me.

The safety I felt                                                                                                                                                                       in your arms -                                                                                                                                                                          in being myself,

changed my slight movement.                                                                                                                                                       As you called for me,                                                                                                                                                                 I began to fall into that blanket. 

Quickly, quickly, quickly,                                                                                                                                                              at last.

I found safety,                                                                                                                                                                  security, emotional support,                                                                                                                                                      joy in the mundane.

But it was all an illusion.                                                                                                                                                         As I finally gave in,                                                                                                                                                                 you pulled away that soft blanket.

And I plummeted hard against the floor.                                                                                                                                No explanation.                                                                                                                                                                      No answers.

Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly,                                                                                                                                                You disappeared.

In hurting me,                                                                                                                                                                       you opened my heart.                                                                                                                                                                 to love, to possibilities,

to my wisdom,                                                                                                                                                                          to my maturity,                                                                                                                                                                       to my ability to be in a healthy relationship.

Gently, gently, gently,                                                                                                                                                             with a forgiving heart.

Your issues                                                                                                                                                               destroyed what could have been beautiful.                                                                                                                              But they opened my eyes to my offerings.

And now, I am my soft blanket.                                                                                                                                                  And I fall into me.                                                                                                                                                                  With kindness, compassion, and understanding.

Embracing my creativity,                                                                                                                                                         my strength, my power,                                                                                                                                                               and my flaws.

Falling, falling, falling,                                                                                                                                                         Deeper into a place of self-love, fulfillment, and empowerment.

©Krista Reale