Here

It is here,

Seated at the dining table

The chairs around me empty,

Bathed in the golden light of the evening

That I am learning--

to Be

Both sunlight and shadows,

Fire and ice,

Joyful and soaked in misery,

Rib caged and heart liberated

Brittle-boned and nerves of steel

Chaos and order

Desert and oasis

Neon and grayscale

Symphonic and silent

Scattered and still.

I am learning to be whole;

For one cannot be as such

Without every beautiful piece of the mosaic

That tells our stories,

Speaks our truth,

Guides us home

Begs us to be

Here.

-a.b.