Being Human

Sometimes
you have to give up.
It’s an exhale
from all the times
you won’t.

Sometimes
the floor
is your best friend,
down there at the bottom
is where you make
peace
out of the pieces
you’ve been carrying.
When you are finally
side by side
with them,
you will see
them differently.

You’ll never know
how much they weighed
until you can touch
the tops of them
while your feet
intertwine
on the linoleum.

We don’t get to stay here
forever
and be the same.
Not even in one lifetime,
let alone
all the other ones
we keep
coming back for.

Leaves leave trees
when the season’s change.
Fall sighs a breeze
and it’s all
rearranged.
The changes come
whether we stay
or not.

Rebirth
is pregnant
on the Earth…
it’s what we call
being human.

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About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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