Poem №050

How much easier
It would have been
To give up
A thousand times over

To choose the warn path
Walking in the footsteps
Of generations of avoidance
Toward a slow death
Into a pit of darkness and suffering

But we couldn’t bear it
We imagined another way
And found the support we needed
To do the painful work
Of stepping directly
Into the discomfort

Through the portals of grief
We moved toward
An unsettlingly
Unfamiliar freedom

Into the embrace
Of loving ourselves
We made it possible
To truly love one another
Wide open and honest