Category: Poetry
On learning grace.
I’m learning to extend grace to previous versions of me — warm hands to hug the person I was sometime
Don’t let go of me.
I think we all need people who don’t let go of us. Because sometimes, you don’t know what’s good for
My body is a home for you (loving you is a lesson in accommodation)
Some days, loving you is learning a new meaning of accommodation. It is figuring out, on the go, that my
loving you is (not) a miracle.
Blissful nights when you tell me that finding me is god’s gift to you. That there must be someone up
anxious attachment in 6 verses
This book I read about attachment styles says I’m an anxious lover. So, although you have only been gone for all of two seconds, I miss you with all of my being…
