We all need to take deep drags of softly scented
Into our lungs
And know that we are alive.
So much misunderstanding of ourselves
Leaves us curled up
And longing for all our hidden places.
We blame the world for not being enough
We continually don’t show up in it
In ways that it needs us to.
Don’t bemoan all the ways
That things might have been
When you weren’t participating
In the way they were.
I don’t believe that we can fix all
The problems of the world
But I do believe that
The only one who can ride in
On a white horse