White Horse

We all need to take deep drags of softly scented

Summer air

Into our lungs

And know that we are alive.

So much misunderstanding of ourselves

And others

Leaves us curled up


And longing for all our hidden places.

We blame the world for not being enough

And yet

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

With wishes

But I do believe that

The only one who can ride in

On a white horse

Is you.