Whatever It Is

Whatever it is
it can change

Whatever has gotten buried so deep in you
it’s become your blood
the only way you have ever known
the only way you have ever been

it can change.

Whatever turns in your chest like a heavy stone

whatever keeps you
clutching your heart
to try and stop the bleeding

whatever feels so
much bigger than you
you can never see its edges

it can bend
it can re-form itself into something new
it can change.

So bow to whatever it is as it is now
even as that breaks you

kiss it with every cell in you
sit down next to its fire
and let your fingers stain with ash.

Curse it too
curse it to survive
to vent the heat.

See the costs, see what’s been lost
but don’t weep for it

for every bird looking down at you can see
everything has its perfect timeline
like the line across your palm
its perfect arc for pain.

Sweet one:
your journey here
is like no other journey

and the gift waiting
for each of us
at the end
is the same.

– Tara Mohr

photo credit: Ksenia Makagonova