Poem: I (We) Broke a Pattern

 

your
spirit
gave me
a bouquet of
light blue
flowers

a humble
gesture
of love
felt in
the cells

your
sprit
gave me
a bouquet of
light blue
flowers

**

you playfully
grab at my
ankle:
where are you
escaping to

using
the same word
as telepathically
before

to encourage
me to
wait,
as all
guidance
confirmed
the same
in myriad
of ways

I don´t
run away,
I smile
inside,
having
finally
broken
that pattern
of a scared
child,

thanks
to you
too,
so genuine
and
open
to let
so close,

I´m elated
I waited
while
(throughout
my human
confusion)
our
spirits
arranged
it all.

 

– Deelia ©

 

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