Here’s one I wrote that I hope gives comfort to the world weary, the battered of spirit, the hopeful.
A Glimpse Beyond
What if, for one chameleon blink,
one shining nanosecond,
you believed that you were good enough?
That the world was better for your being here,
that your small, messy life mattered.
What would that be like?
Maybe like touching chinchilla
for the first time,
falling into a softness that transcends words.
Once you taste the metallic tang of truth,
the lie of your nothingness smacks of poison.
You are a miracle as wondrous
as the Grand Canyon,
New York cheesecake,
all rolled into one.
You of the selfishness and unfulfilled potential,
you of the snide comments, procrastination
and dishes in the sink.
You. Imperfect, unlovable you.
If you could glimpse your essence,
you’d erupt in giddy squeals
like a baby playing peekaboo.
Until that day,
creep into the dark shed
out beyond your heart,
the one where the cutting tools are kept,
and hunker down for an ugly cry.
Cry for the wasted years,
the dreams deferred,
the squandered chances,
the loves lost.
Then let the tears come for the gifts,
a tangerine moon at sunset,
the milky, sweet smell of a newborn,
your best friend’s laugh.
Weep for the infinite worlds of possibility
that still exist in you and for you.
Lean into the knowledge that
Despite all evidence to the contrary,