What’s Your Word: Misery
I started to learn how to stretch
The spaces in me
To find softness
In my misery.
I started to learn how to stretch
The spaces in me
To find softness
In my misery.
Seeing love as a life
That doesn’t want to be handled.
It just wants to be held.
Hopelessly and hopefully.
Do you know?
Have you always known?
How glorious you are?
The worlds within
Wondering
And wandering
And always winning
In this noisy world
And this heavy life.
I want the calm
Through always moving
And forever breathing.
Break; so you can breathe.
Breathe; so you can build.
Build; so you can become.