She caught her breath one day
and realized the life she had expected –
one of progress and accomplishment –
was not the one encircling her.
She moved gently forward,
patting the uncertainties
like a woman moving into
a darkened bedroom.
The space felt, at once,
comfortable and precarious.
She made a promise then
to kindle a light if she could
or forgive herself if she couldn’t
and to explore her surroundings
its soft soothings and
its sharp surprises
until she recognized it
as her own.
>There is so much to love in your poem but the following really touched me.
"to kindle a light if she could
or forgive herself if she couldn't"
That speaks to the heart of how we must construct our new lives after MS arrives.
>That was beautiful.
>Thank you Judy and Nicole.
I am learning about/practicing self compassion through a class at Buddha Chick™.