I’m in relentless pursuit of the tender places inside you (and me).
The ones you cover up with leather and leaves and precisely stacked bricks and great piles of sticks. You cover it with anger that suppresses red rage or scribble great, long, never-ending lists of so very many many things that you just must do.
The protection of your tender places propels you off the couch, into the hardest of yards, cutting yourself on the sharpest edges, chased by hungry ghosts eager to watch you bleed.
So you layer over your soft and burn until its hard.
You stitch up your cottony fuff and starve it of sunlight.
And your joy and laughter? Buried deeply under great piles of rocks.
BUT
BUT
Lift the rocks…
Cut the strings…
Abandon the lists…
Heal the burns…
Shine the light bright!
And then watch what mirth and mischief and cheer and glee and exuberance bubble forth!!!
Warmly,
Angie
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