Hold my hand

You held it when I was born

When I needed it to stand

You held it so I could walk

Made the simple seem so grand

You held it when I fell

Told me – bravely get back up

You held it when I was broken

Showed me how full was my cup

You held it in joy and in sorrow

Held it tight, with no demand

Like a promise made forever

Father, always hold my hand

Still

To find some order in chaos

To make any sense of loss

To win the battle raging on

To carve a smile from a frown

To be drunk and yet alert

To be an idol while still dirt

To be a shadow and a pool

To be wise and still a fool

To arrive, while in pursuit

To be the emptiness of my flute

To be the music in the silence

And the pause in the dance

To be the ink and the quill

I am silent, I am still

A milestone

Some planned

Most not

Some cherished

Some not

Some etched to memory

Some forgot

Some shared

Some not

Some for the world

Some within

Some with drums

Some without the din

Some with tears

Some with a grin

Some mark defeat

Some define a win

Take each one, as it is

Make what you want, of all of it

Each milestone, a place to pause

To savor your light, as you see fit

Ma

Don’t call me an angel

The burden is heavy

Don’t give me wings

I can not carry

We are all on a quest

We all give and receive

There is just one synapse

You to me

My joy is abundant

My heart sings loud

We move together

Even when silence is loud

I stand tall beside you

No halo, no wings

Forever grateful

For the little things

Lost and found

I wandered the streets

Ragged and lost

Asked every pebble

Every tree, even the frost

Whirling and seeking

Running in a maze

Searching for my North star

Gazing through a haze

The need to find home

The seeking, the longing

The never ending quest

To feel a belonging

Someone must laugh

At the fool that I am

For now I laugh too

At the simple grand plan

The searching can stop

For there is nowhere to be

I am home with each step

I am meant to just be

There is no home

There is nothing amiss

There is no other

I am all that there is

Sit with me, dear me

Bring all of me to myself

A reflection…. and enough

There really is nothing else

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