JUDITH

Being Nobody and Loving It

 

For Years,

I struggled to be somebody,

The pleasing daughter,

The supportive wife,

The good sister and friend,

The successful one,

The healer,

And it all seemed to be working out,

 

Except for the pit in my stomach,

And the ache in my heart,

Then without conscious asking,

A bubbling up inside of me,

More powerful than the great geyser,

Old Faithful,

sprouted.

 

My soul,

wildly began to kick off,

The ruins of my past,

Speaking my needs to myself with rawness.

 

My mind took it’s rest,

In it’s true place,

Within my heart.

 

And then,

I melted,

And became The ecstatic,

Foolish nobody…