Dynamic
a disabled dancer, and God
Welcome, beloved
Breathe in. out.
Take a moment to settle in and meet yourself where you're at
Welcome, beloved.
My name is ande (pronouns: they/she/we/us) & I’m glad we've found one another again
Dynamic
There are days
I cannot leave my house.
Each movement like the dragging
of finger nails against a rusty board.
Bones heavy, Battery low.
The moon tucks me in.
Rest, she whispers.
There are nights
I have danced until
Black and blue becomes the peach of my palms.
Each movement, a deep healing
The sun kisses my forehead.
I've missed you, she whispers.
We embrace
and I carry her light
into the still dark nights.
Do not tell me this heavenly body does not
know change intimately, know God best
- ande
The first draft of this poem is From the Notes App; 2/5/25
This is a photo of the final supermoon of 2024 (Nov 15), taken by me.
Till next time,
Wishing you ease, care, and needs met
ande
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speechless by your writing and words. love the moon tucking you in and whispering for you to rest, love the sun kissing your forehead and saying "I've missed you".