stories to tell

originally published february 18, 2021

She darted past me

as I reached out my hand to grab her.

I had seen her before,

even touched her in an instance of pain;

but,

I had never looked at her

like I was in this moment.

She wasn’t broken or helpless.

She was magical and strong.

She was wise

in the way only a tender heart

that has carried too much too soon can be.

She flitted about

keeping herself just far enough from reach,

yet close enough

for me to feel a sense of familiarity.

I used to think that she needed me.

That’s why I kept going after her.

She needed me to help her

see her worth, her strength, her magic.

But now,

now I wasn’t so sure that was the case.

She slowed her movements,

steadily approaching.

Her hand reaching out to me.

A placid smile graced her face

as she invited me into her world.

She asked me to be gentle,

move slowly,

and listen with reverence.

She has stories to tell,

magic to share,

and strength to behold.

She’s been waiting for me.

I’m here now.