I may not always land on my feet...(but I always get back on them again soon enough.)


go back,
to a long ago,
far away
and see
with non-jaded eyes
what it is,
that makes
it all happen
and change,
nothing.
Keep the
future hurts
and the present's
not so goods
expand,
the rights
a sky- mile wide
and learn,
with the wisdom
reserved for those,
far ahead
from the wrongs
so as to have,
no repeats
to
lessen,
a little
the coming blows
and allow
the Wonder,
inside
to flow
from the holes
in your
being, minute
that mesh
to connect
to make
what you are,
both inside
and out
a gift
waiting
patiently,
to be
slowly,
unwrapped
the layers
to be discovered,
with utmost
care
to never be
discarded
thoughtlessly
instead
tucked away
in the
memory box
filling up
inside
your head,
your heart.
Come forward,
with eyes opened
and closed
see,
in the lightness
and the dark
what you only
forgot
to know
but knew,
all along.
Chrissie 11.16.06