That kind if intamacy
That builds
When you sleep in the same space
Share the same work
Learn together
The type of intimacy that builds
When you know each other
At your most vulnerable
At your most desperate
At a time when you are
Figuring it all out
That’s what I hold on to
Prayers without words
Feeling the grief, love-relief
God always with us
Taking a moment
Not to worry, to rest and
Just be with myself
Physical memories
Have us walking paths
Without thinking
Following our senses
Giving way to the journey
Knowing we can trust
Our past selves as the guide
Leading us to where we need to be
Physical memories be magical like that
Living in my joy
Radiating in my own
Smile, laughter blooming
Outside again basking
In the glow of friends, family
Remembering though
Cycles that remind
Us we are a tradition
of life giving gifts
Sometimes it’s okay
To let your body change
Just as seasons change
Why they think laws, bills
Never meant to protect
Gone keep truth from us
I’m done
Getting caught in
Other’s stories
Forgetting all about
My own
Until
I
Have
No
More
Stories
D.S. Hollie 