I tried poetry.
It didn’t work.
I tried intellect.
It didn’t work.
I tried romance.
It didn’t work.
I tried marriage.
It didn’t work.
I tried anger and activism.
It didn’t work.
I tried work.
It didn’t work.
I tried money and shopping.
It didn’t work.
I tried publishing and fame.
It didn’t work.
I tried kinky sex.
It didn’t work.
I tried car trips, drug trips,
and always to be moving.
It didn’t work.
I lived across the ocean.
It didn’t work.
I tried to live alone.
It didn’t work.
I tried everything.
Nothing,
nothing worked.
So, I began to try some silence.
That worked, a little bit.
I began to try some yoga.
That worked, a little bit.
I began to try some Reiki.
That worked, a little more.
I began to whisper “I love you”
to myself,
every morning.
That worked, a little more.
I began to forgive myself.
That worked, more and more.
I began to forgive them all.
That worked, more and more.
I began to smile.
That worked.
I began to feel my heart within a web of hearts.
That worked.
I began to serve.
That worked.
I began to live amongst them,
yet in solitude.
That worked.
I began to begin.
I began to be.
I began to work,
For you and for me.
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Lovely, and so true!
Thank you for your lovely attention!
Beauuuuutiful
Thank you, Becky! 🙂 xo