On Wholeness

Grief is insisting I bring all of myself and my life, as lived so far, to and through its gateway.

Frankly I'm not at all keen. There's far too much I'd rather gloss over, drown out, shake off, put back, lose, forget, disown or reject.

But apparently all of me is needed, required - wanted and valued even - for what lies ahead.

So with me, all of me trundles along. My gifts, my love, my desires, my light, AND all the rest.

We all reach the gateway together.

I offer the whole of myself to life.

Having Second Thoughts – Or Am I?

(18 months later – finally crossing the threshold of the gateway)

"What the hell are you doing?
You shouldn't be here."
In a flash, with a bang, all my Gremlins appear.

Get real, for God's sake, you can't take anymore.
Don't you remember all that happened before?

And it's true, yes I do, it seems madness to try.
Bound just to fail, silly sights set too high.

Because people like me, well, we have to keep small.
As the old saying goes, pride comes before fall.

So where does that leave me, the whole of myself?
Pretty darn close to jumping back on life's shelf.

"People like me" what on earth does that mean?
Another side to my character appears on the scene.

You're glorious, amazing; you have  permission to be
You've a right to a good life, now can you see?

You're fab, you're ok, no need to follow the crowd.
Use your gifts and enjoy life, for sure that's allowed!

Your gremlins they have forced you to toe a false line.
Be free and relax love, believe me, it's fine!

Kym Warrington

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