Beyond My Story


Who would I be without my story?
I’d be me, sitting here,
ready for sleep,
hearing the cars whizzing past
as the neighborhood winds down,
and farther off,
the hum of the highway.
I’d smell the rose balm
I’ve just applied to my cuticles,
dry after a day of cleaning.
I’d feel my tired body
ready to be still and regroup,
my mind would be quiet,
glad to rest after a long day
filled with many different tasks.
How sweet this moment is,
when I can really be here
to meet it.
I could spend my whole life
cherishing this feeling of presence,
discovering who I am
beyond my story.

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