Brave

letting tears fall

sitting in discomfort

aching, tense, aware

one deep pulling at another

coming back

again

and again

and again

until new faces

are familiar ones

walking away

not running

stepping back

not recoiling

missing,

grieving,

but still loving

telling the truth

the stark, scary, 

unflattering truth

the moving, beautiful

redeeming truth

saying "I'm sorry"

"I was wrong"

"forgive me"

letting it sit, and breathe

even when you are still angry 

even when it's not returned

knowing it won't be the last time

hoping it will be less often

fearing without cowering

standing back up

when you do

opening hands

that have been fists

trembling in plain sight

and still speaking

dreaming

hoping

moving

asking

praying

my God, my God, my God

This is brave

A start...

It seems like there are billions of other blogs that probably look so similar to this. I keep trying to think of an interesting way to start mine, to set it apart. And since there is nothing brilliant or inspiring coming to mind, I keep putting it off. So this is me, not putting it off anymore.

YOUR WELCOME!

Lately the best way for me to express...whatever...is through poetry. So...be looking forward to some of that when I get brave enough to post it.

Right now, (of course) my 3 month old is getting annoyed that I'm not paying attention to him, and my 3 year old is running around without any underwear and I'm not sure why. So on that note, just keep coming back, next time maybe no one will be crying at me, or my family might stay clothed without needing my supervision. Probably not, but whatever is going on I will be writing about it, and usually it's amusing. Ok, I've put the baby off too long and he is giving me the lip! There is no denying the lip.