The Striking Hands (poem)

The Striking Hands

.

For those of you

Who felt as though

This season is longer than most

Where all small talk

And nodding heads

Cast dark doubts upon your shore

.

In a room of smiling friends

You feel you are sitting with strangers

Just waiting for the hands to strike

Because that means

It

is

Finally

over

.

The heart in this chest

navigates towards yours

I know how long it’s been

When space feels

like a thin veil

When you want to crawl out of your skin

.

I can’t explain each tiny detail

It’s way too deep and wide

You know who you are

Who feel this whole season

Is not your favourite by far

.

So when those two hands strike tonight

Way straight up on twelve

May you breathe a breath

Way deep down in your chest

Knowing It’s finally done

.

And

.

Because of your courageous heart

Because of all your brave steps

You can calmly walk

Head held high

into another one

.

.

I wrote this really fast....

so it reads quite messy and bumpy.....

Perfection is for the birds....

So I’m chucking this out there.

This is the inspiration of many deep and long conversations I’ve had over the last couple of weeks with friends......

Sending so much love to you all as we navigate next steps, big moves, exciting victories,

and all of the gorgeous mundane and sad bits in between......

I’m pretty sure that’s where the magic happens.

Love Love Loving you just exactly as you are.

Wishing you one heck of a

New Year My Loves

See you in 2019

And Thank You Thank You Thank You for everything!!!