12/06/2024
I am in the dog that waits for you to come home from work,
Ever so patient like it's been years since they have seen you so.
I am in the child that stays up late hoping Santa Claus comes on Christmas Eve,
Ever so hopeful they got the present they have always dreamed of.
I am in the look he gives his partner when he beckons them to come cuddle,
Ever so loving, yet ever so longing, too.
I am in the former friend that you hurt the day you left for college,
Ever so forgiving of the past because those moments, those memories, they last.
I am in the grief you feel as you mourn that friend you lost, that parent that passed, or the family's first pet,
Ever so mourning of the things that we have lost but will never be forgotten.
I am in the addict that still suffers because he can't give himself mercy,
Ever so suffering, yet working towards a point he can find a way to get sober.
I am in the silence of the room as someone you love spits out words of pain, of resentment and contempt,
Ever so strained to retaliate, but full of care to know better to not.
I am in the eyes that you use to look at yourself in the mirror,
Ever so harsh on the crests of your waist, of the size of your muscles, of the spaces between your teeth, yet hesistant to breathe a sigh of relief that there's a potentiality to have kindness on the things you abhor of yourself.
I am the signs that its time to get to rest, as your eyes grow heavy, over the sleep-deprived bags underneath as you work your the bones of your teeth day after day in the factory, ready to come home to your family,
Ever so overworked, yet forgiving of yourself as the lights, heat, and roof over the family's heads stay on.
I am in the kind gentleman who walks the blind, elderly, and the disabled across the street,
Ever so caring for the strangers he sees in the streets of the bustling city.
I am in the passion of the artist that paints at all hours of the day,
Ever so knowing their work will come to fruition, to fame, to moving on from the past.
I am in the laughter as you and your closest friends spend the fading sunlight hours on the beach as the sun sets,
Ever so embracing of the comradere and union that comes with friendships.
I am in the elderly mother as her kids rest their heads on her shoulder,
Ever so knowing the moments are to be cherished as if their the last.
I am in the bird in the forest that builds a nest for their future family,
Ever so meticulous because every stick and feather and cotton matters
I am in the tree that bends without a break in the stormy, windy winter nights,
Ever so resilient and steadfast in its roots.
I am in the waves that crash against the rocky coast as the lighthouse illuminates the sailors to the dangers of the ocean,
Ever so bright, even on the stormiest night.
I am in the poster on the wall that tells you the phrase to get you out of trouble with the help of the bartender,
Ever so intoxicated you are, but soon, you'll be safe at last.
I am in the blankets of the unhoused on the street,
On the tops of mountains as far as the eye can know.
I am not for show, for the rivers that flow,
Only know the places I will come to be.
I am all around,
In every city,
In the sheets of the bed late at night as lovers entwine,
Or am I the shadows in the corner of the rooms that don't get light?
I am the quiet morning light that shines on your soul that's beginning to teach you to care for yourself.
I am love, I am resilience, and I am hope:
Tender in my embrace,
Warm in my clutches to your strength,
And free to all that wish to welcome me into their lives.