Poem - Light A Candle

You ambushed me with bad news. I had no warning or chance to make it right. Too much, too soon, too fast.

My stomach turns. Tears come and go as they please.

I do not want to go to sleep. I do not want to wake up. I do not want to light a candle. I do not want to open or stretch or flex. I do not want the stillness. I do not want the chaos. I do not want to be fixed.

I am rejected. I am angry. I am sad. I am overwhelmed. I am scared. I am a little broken.

But I know the universe has a plan.

So I hold pain and I hold trust at the same time. And a new potion of strength is being made.

I go to sleep. I wake up. I light a candle. I open and stretch and flex. I sit in stillness (and sometimes in still tears). I take on the chaos. I don’t need to be fixed. I just tend to my own heart.

I am not my feelings. I am not rejection. I am not anger. I am not overwhelm. I am not fear. I am not broken.

I feel these things but they do not define me. They do not control me.

I own my narrative. And I will write a better story.