Maybe that's okay

A poem for the in-between

I’m deep into the process of arranging poems into new collections. Wondering about their order, their title, their theme.

This is the season of quiet creative spaciousness behind the scenes. I love this part, even when it challenges me in the best way.

Here’s a poem I wrote a year or two ago entitled, “home.” It bubbled up in a season of shocking new way of understanding myself. Everything I knew about me dissolved into a puddle on the floor and I tried to figure out what to do next. It was a beautiful and terrifying place to live.

Maybe you find yourself in those places once in a while too. You’re not alone.

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home

i don’t like this space
in between what i knew
and what i will know

i’m lost in this chaos 

i want to feel
like me again

but she’s gone

— maybe that’s okay

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