Settling in helped me see
what I settled for.
You have to let things go.
You have to admit
you aren’t where you should be.
It takes effort
just to say it.
When I noticed
I could be more
than I allowed myself—
I let myself waiver.
I shattered.
Now,
settling,
getting back to me.
Mending.
I want flowers.
Coffee.
Time.
Alignment.
I don’t fear the settling.
As long as it settles in—
and doesn’t become settling for.
The wind feels like home.
It pushes and pulls,
but softly—a caress.
I’ll give it my stress,
my worries,
my sadness,
my loneliness.
Let the wind pull it,
gently,
from my open hand.
I chose this solitude,
because even with a partner,
I was alone.
More alone than I feel now.
But then,
it wasn’t my choice.
Now, it is me,
the wind,
and an open palm.
The wind can take away
the heavy things today,
so the next thing can land
right in my open hand.
