I will begin December with an open heart to closed expectations. I will let go of old hurts and nightmares and take in peaceful sleeps. December will bring its celebrations and wrapping paper, along with its decorations I love. And I will let the days come in their usual clumsy and rapid way. This is the December, the beginning of an end — and I will put it silently to bed as I would a child. I will tuck it in, kiss it on its forehead and slowly walk out of the room before it asks for one last story.
December’s one last story would be of me, and it hasn’t been finished yet. I still dangle, waiting for something I don’t yet know, and simply sway when branches move. Hanging amongst the lights I’ll wait, and then… then the story will finish with a flourish. Or not. We’ll see.
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14 thoughts on “swaying”
It’s hard to pinpoint what I loved most about this poetic post. Simply enchanting! Wishing you peaceful nights and contented days.
Thank you, Robin, what a nice thing to say!
Found you through the #Reverb12 list. Beautiful post. Very heartfelt. I looking forward to reading more from you during #Reverb12 and beyond!
Welcome! I am so glad you found me through the Reverb community. Thank you for visiting my blog and I look forward to getting to know you.
Your writing is always enchanting and raw and honest all in the same breath. Looking forward to reverb and more of you. Love and hugs.
Such a lovely comment to find. Thank you, Tracy.
Here’s to peaceful sleeps and to waiting. But not for it to end, simply for the light.
Thank you, Kelly. I’m definitely looking forward to peaceful sleeps.
Oh my gosh, you could not have written 2012 any better. I feel the same. I love the acceptance in this — that’s what I’ve been working towards. Lovely words, as always. SO looking forward to this project with you! 🙂
Working towards acceptance can be the most difficult task, can’t it? But I think it will be worth it in the end 🙂
I smell determination.
Beautiful. Heartfelt. Honest. Poetic.
Thank you, Beth. You’re so kind, as always.
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