i am a poem

Image from Mrs. Chow

Immediate Impact Breast Cancer Walk

Saturday Reflection & Dedication Reading

i am a poem by michelle ensminger 

sometimes she held a sliver of the moon in her cupped hands 

and let the light run through her fingers like the sweetest honey 

sometimes the sound of the earth’s quiet breathing 

was enough to make her sigh 

sometimes when she passed under the leaves they shone 

colorful and translucent 

and she knew the world was one large cathedral 

and every step was a prayer 

sometimes she fought against her own living 

and then her mind would give 

and her body would softly surrender 

sometimes her scars seemed like broken paths 

and the lines connecting each one 

formed the silhouette of someone familiar 

sometimes she ignored the promises she made to herself, 

telling herself they weren’t all that important 

but her dreams always told her the truth 

sometimes she remembered who she was 

and the memory was like a dance 

she could follow with her eyes closed 

sometimes when her toes touched the edge of the cool water 

there was the distant memory of thirst 

at the back of her throat 

sometimes she forgot she could save herself 

but the cadence of the rain against the windows 

was a tender song of remembrance 

sometimes she felt the weight of her scattered pieces 

but it was never as heavy as the weight of her wholeness 

sometimes in the early morning hours she swore 

she was the curve of pink on the horizon 

and sometimes the fading color of day told her 

she was right 

sometimes she stood at the window looking in on her life 

sometimes she could touch the fringe of it, 

sometimes she could leap straight into its story, 

but sometimes it felt distant and out of reach 

sometimes her breath caught in her chest 

and in that moment she knew the stillness of nothing 

sometimes the voice singing “now” was louder 

than the temptation of tomorrow 

sometimes a ladder leading nowhere would appear 

sometimes she was brave enough to climb one rickety rung at a time 

sometimes there were enough sometimes to stitch together 

and from that she could create a life