This Beautiful, Broken World

A poem for your Friday

Oh friends, what a time this is.

Here’s to slipping off each story of smallness—to softening, to opening, to listening, to not succumbing to the fear & smallness that is so abundantly prevalent right now, to holding your people close—

to staying and staying in love. We so need the voices of love & kindness to be louder than the voices of fear & division.

Nothing matters more.

Thank you for being one of my people. xo

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THE HAND THAT HEALS

It is a brave thing to step onto the field, into
the arena—to each day, turn toward
blank page, empty canvas, to choose

to meet this beautiful, broken
world all over again. To sit inside
the mess, the mayhem, the—
I don’t know.

It’s a brave thing to rise up when you’ve hit
the ground hard, to sit still when fear
wants you to pick it up, pin it down—

to let dust settle
instead of hurrying
to wipe it clean.

It is a brave thing to forget the filters, to forgive
the unforgivable, to let hurt
be the hand that heals, to breathe,
to breathe until you feel your bigness.

To soften.
To open.
To listen.

In Rwanda the word komera means:
Be strong, have courage.

In the middle of the mess,
the mayhem, the—
I don’t know,

it is a brave thing to slip off each
story of smallness, to let hurt be the hand
that heals, to take the next true step—
even when, even when, even when.

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Thank you for your support of my work. It matters immensely.

I so love hearing from you. If you are here reading, please reach out (by leaving a comment on my Substack page or replying to this email).

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PS: Many of you have asked when I will be offering another Write Yourself Free series. The next series will most likely begin mid-February/early March. Stay tuned! xo

The Hand That Heals (under the original title Komera) is one of 99 poems in my book Staying in Love.

Signed copies & signed poetry prints can be found at the above link.

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