Finding My Way Home

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

What I have learned:

If you cannot love yourself,

you cannot truly love this

world,

with its harsh passions

avowed to setting you free.

The fish on your plate

is a gift from the sea -
who asks for your

salty tears in return,

The air asks only to play

in your lungs,

The swift that you re-member

that you can fly.

I’ve walked barefoot in mud

in order to find my way

Home.

It’s the only way I know how

to reconcile my longing for

a Mother.

Choose to be.

In the end,

You were the only one really capable

of loving yourself

enough.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World" 

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