I wrote this poem back in June and looking back on it now, realise how much of my journey this year is captured in it. This year has been a process of self-recognition.
Namaste
I see you.
Full
of spirit,
puzzled,
dismayed
by
religion
making
you wrong
for
being you.
I see you.
Shocked
yet curious,
images
and words
in
those magazines
making
you feel dirty
so
seeking
a
common denominator
in
lieu of confession.
I see you.
Devastated
by first love.
Alone
in the world
yet
glimpsing beside you
your
father, holding,
a
possibility of forgiveness
and worth.
I see you.
Numb,
disbelieving
that
thread of possibility
gone
with his death.
Your worth drowning.
A
spirited hurl
of
the baby
out
with the bathwater.
I see you
seeking
love
pure
and simple,
being
caught
in
the snowball
that
gathers momentum
then crashes in a heap
like your marriage.
I see you.
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