Once upon a time, I had to curl up to sleep
between a rock and a hard place for the night,
and so I scooped up leaves and fallen feathers,
petals and fuzzy unknowns, lullabies to myself
and the tiniest threads of hope, to create a nest
of comfort, something to soften the edges
until shadows and moon glow eased into sunrise
watercolors, into birdsong, until I could stand
and feel and breathe, until I could laugh
at the absurdity of it all and run-dance toward
the next adventure, the one almost in view,
just at the shoreline, the wind in my hair
as the waves find me and I find them, finally
awake again, eyes bright, sand between my toes.
For more info - The Current Will Find You - Intro ♡
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