At The End Of The Diamond

iteration of freedom
that was my centre
for you, I did not exist
I did not exist on the church steps
But I existed in the salt and fire
But I existed in the waterfall
nothing was too much
I am a nurse and a mother
I am a teacher and a homemaker
I am a witch and a seamstress
But now the smile
It is not so kind
The iteration, falling away

When I’m working at my best, I feel hopeful about being alive. I feel like there is something good that is sitting above everything else in the hierarchies of my mind. Terrible things feel endurable. Unsolveable problems feel acceptable. My heart feels lighter and I’m more aware of my heartbeat.