she
makes me feel like a newborn
come
to be on this very day
opening
eyes that have never seen
this
life laid open at my feet
she
has taken me to task
with
intricate and precise plans
sending
me on scavenger hunts
my
list of treasures in hand
she
carves out time and makes it stop
while
she paints the walls of my room
covering
them with beautiful imagery
that
she wants only me to see
she
is selfless I have said this before
but
day after day she proves
that
by never saying the words
she
has shown me what she feels
she
plays the role of teacher
with
the patience of a saint
sometimes
rote repetition
is
the only way I can learn
I
fight her at times, just like a child
kicking
and stomping my feet
when
I don’t get what I want
I
have tried to run away
she
leaves me to my pouting
but
only long enough…
then
like a wind coming through the trees
she
announces her presence again
again
with patience, and care
yet
never doubt the strength
she
has shown me that she will not give in
that
I cannot push her away
she
makes me want to be present
to
be solidly, soberly aware
open to feeling pleasure
even
when it comes with pain
she
shows me the power of both
and
how one compliments the next
she
has taught me not to fight the pain
in
surrender it slips away
she
has taken me to another door
opened
something deeper still
I
have just awoken this morning
and
the world looks different today
something
in the silence is sweeter
the
color of morning takes me in
for
one who has always lived in the dark
this
is more than simple change
she
makes me feel like a woman
in
ways that I never have
in
physical form, my body
learning
to feel alive
she
tends to every part of me
places
once left for dead
ignored
and neglected
she
revels in the wealth of their worth
I
feel like a treasure in her eyes
I
move toward the touch of her hand
overwhelmed
in the most wondrous of ways
asked
and allowed, to feel~
~for my muse~
