By Appointment

When embodied love leaves your grip

And the fear that was always underneath the vulnerability of opening feels like too much

I can be still.

With an upturned crescent moon in the early morning sky

And flashes of lightning illuminating the dark just before dawn

I can exhale.

A heart aching with the death of what was born

And a brain biased towards survival

I can practice not leaving myself dismembered as a plight from the unavoidable pain.

Rains cleanse and thunder grumbles what is still unaccessible

And there is a moment of freedom

I choose not to miss.

It may be easier to condemn

And yet there are the causes and conditions of all things

I may remember.

Mistook my beloved as home

And now I feel homeless

I can surrender.

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