I felt your sorrow
before I knew it was yours.
You felt my fear
and thought it was your own.
We reached for each other
with open hands,
carrying wounds
neither of us could see.
I carried yours.
You carried mine.
We called it love,
called it care,
called it being there.
Neither of us knew
what was happening.
Until one day
we were both too tired
to carry
what had never
belonged to us.
I felt your sorrow
before I knew it was yours.
You felt my fear
and thought it was your own.
We reached for each other
with open hands,
carrying wounds
neither of us could see.
I carried yours.
You carried mine.
We called it love,
called it care,
called it being there.
Neither of us knew
what was happening.
Until one day
we were both too tired
to carry
what had never
belonged to us.
I felt your sorrow
before I knew it was yours.
You felt my fear
and thought it was your own.
We reached for each other
with open hands,
carrying wounds
neither of us could see.
I carried yours.
You carried mine.
We called it love,
called it care,
called it being there.
Neither of us knew
what was happening.
Until one day
we were both too tired
to carry
what had never
belonged to us.
I felt your sorrow
before I knew it was yours.
You felt my fear
and thought it was your own.
We reached for each other
with open hands,
carrying wounds
neither of us could see.
I carried yours.
You carried mine.
We called it love,
called it care,
called it being there.
Neither of us knew
what was happening.
Until one day
we were both too tired
to carry
what had never
belonged to us.
I felt your sorrow
before I knew it was yours.
You felt my fear
and thought it was your own.
We reached for each other
with open hands,
carrying wounds
neither of us could see.
I carried yours.
You carried mine.
We called it love,
called it care,
called it being there.
Neither of us knew
what was happening.
Until one day
we were both too tired
to carry
what had never
belonged to us.
I felt your sorrow
before I knew it was yours.
You felt my fear
and thought it was your own.
We reached for each other
with open hands,
carrying wounds
neither of us could see.
I carried yours.
You carried mine.
We called it love,
called it care,
called it being there.
Neither of us knew
what was happening.
Until one day
we were both too tired
to carry
what had never
belonged to us.
I was the mouse in dark cracks,
the chameleon on hidden branches.
But in my heart
I was the cheetah and the plain,
the hawk and the sky,
the whale and the ocean.
I could run beyond barriers,
rise above the mountains,
and disappear into the blue.
I could hear what silence hides,
feel what minds conceal,
and see through
the hearts of stone.
I carried whole worlds,
hidden from sight.
I was the mouse in dark cracks,
the chameleon on hidden branches.
But in my heart
I was the cheetah and the plain,
the hawk and the sky,
the whale and the ocean.
I could run beyond barriers,
rise above the mountains,
and disappear into the blue.
I could hear what silence hides,
feel what minds conceal,
and see through
the hearts of stone.
I carried whole worlds,
hidden from sight.
I was the mouse in dark cracks,
the chameleon on hidden branches.
But in my heart
I was the cheetah and the plain,
the hawk and the sky,
the whale and the ocean.
I could run beyond barriers,
rise above the mountains,
and disappear into the blue.
I could hear what silence hides,
feel what minds conceal,
and see through
the hearts of stone.
I carried whole worlds,
hidden from sight.
I was the mouse in dark cracks,
the chameleon on hidden branches.
But in my heart
I was the cheetah and the plain,
the hawk and the sky,
the whale and the ocean.
I could run beyond barriers,
rise above the mountains,
and disappear into the blue.
I could hear what silence hides,
feel what minds conceal,
and see through
the hearts of stone.
I carried whole worlds,
hidden from sight.
I was the mouse in dark cracks,
the chameleon on hidden branches.
But in my heart
I was the cheetah and the plain,
the hawk and the sky,
the whale and the ocean.
I could run beyond barriers,
rise above the mountains,
and disappear into the blue.
I could hear what silence hides,
feel what minds conceal,
and see through
the hearts of stone.
I carried whole worlds,
hidden from sight.
I was the mouse in dark cracks,
the chameleon on hidden branches.
But in my heart
I was the cheetah and the plain,
the hawk and the sky,
the whale and the ocean.
I could run beyond barriers,
rise above the mountains,
and disappear into the blue.
I could hear what silence hides,
feel what minds conceal,
and see through
the hearts of stone.
I carried whole worlds,
hidden from sight.
The Living Network
We are not separate stories,
but branches
of something older and bigger than us.
Roots carry what came before.
We notice,
experience,
discover,
and pass something onward.
A kindness.
A poem.
A photo.
A dance.
A new way of seeing.
Perhaps I am
one of the small places
where life notices itself—
and then sends
what it discovered
back into the living network.
The Living Network
We are not separate stories,
but branches
of something older and bigger than us.
Roots carry what came before.
We notice,
experience,
discover,
and pass something onward.
A kindness.
A poem.
A photo.
A dance.
A new way of seeing.
Perhaps I am
one of the small places
where life notices itself—
and then sends
what it discovered
back into the living network.
