Name the Pain

At my neighbor girl’s graduation party

Her breasts, lively in her small bathing suit

Announcing that she is ready…

Enviably ready- as I drag my feet

On what is changing in my my own life.

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Changes that are asking for more of me

To emerge from the thicket.

Like the three young deer I saw this morning

Come down off the back hill with a trot

Crossing the green field

Then the river -in single file.

One before the other.

All of it symbolic- a call to

Invest again in my own life- it’s specificity.

Fulfilling the desires of my inner child

That deep place of spark and purpose.

She and I do a pretty good job but

It’s in the naming of a disruptive feeling

That the release comes.

Crossing the river to the other side.

3 thoughts on “Name the Pain

  1. change derives from the old french, cant, meaning corner.

    Nothing more painful than a corner.

    And now, you get to decide if you want to bend around it…

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