Remembering: "Because it's what you brought me back to see, to sit in the moment."

Clammy air full of moon-mist on a warm summer's night

Many of those nights

Sharing breath, your hand in mine 

My feet in boots, favorite red dress

The way his words thrilled as I found the confidence of confirmation

Universe widens and gapes, its yawn threatening my tiny ego of existence

Dream so deep I thought I was awake until you kissed me falling into another dream

Her tiny fingers reaching for me, not just once, but over and over and over

Walking first-time across wood floors of the house now mine

That I am beautiful

That my name is beautiful 
That the act of naming, of being named, is beautiful    

Allowing the gold to mingle with the red 
Terror of standing on the edge of comprehension... looking over the edge

Facing him for once without fear

That He may not be Safe, but He is Good

Roads traveled while singing with full soul and voice

His voice trembling with earnestness: "I want to be good."

Falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat

The moment when she suddenly straightened and looked at me with fire

Blow after blow as each one says goodbye

Walking with freedom and shedding guilt with every step

Coming to terms with my dis-able-to-function's that continue to frustrate

Dinner doesn't always have to be perfect
House doesn't always have to be clean

Feeling once more the pen in my hands work its magic

Being taught the difference between "you can" and "you may"

Saying "no" and sighing in relief instead of shame

Saying "yes" and diving off the branch into thin air like a bird 

Learning to fly again

Learning to love again

Remembering


Weaving words along with Write A.L.M.'s August Prompt-a-Day