What is mine
The last six years I have been continually surrounded in death, close to the heart, as well as from a distance.
Only this year have I been able to come to terms, and see beyond the loss of the physical ones.
Only recently have I understood the blessings, as well as the absence.
Only this moment have I found understanding within my spiritual being, outside the vessel and mind I once considered to be me.
Looking back I may have had hint, writing I am, but today in breath and thought, I feel I am.
My landscape still surrounds with illness, fear, and discomfort of others. Now I realize it is only of flesh. While it may sound cruel, it is only in finding understanding, true compassion may be shown.
Always feeling clipped wings here, I now know it is but a rest stop, and not a punishment.
Often we must remain motionless, to feel the movement of the earth and soul.
Such is my glimpse I share with you.
Breath deep, in search of who you are.