There is chatter in my mind along
my route although I drive alone.
I pass familiar landmarks
alone but in conversation
with the woman I was another
time on this road.
All in tender truth
There is chatter in my mind along
my route although I drive alone.
I pass familiar landmarks
alone but in conversation
with the woman I was another
time on this road.
My daughter unwraps a toy ambulance.
It takes two AA batteries, lights
up and sounds a siren. The truck gets tucked
into bed with my child later that night.
“Words beat against my teeth. I cannot speak. Ache rises from my gut and forms a lump in my throat; I am wordless with need. I feel small, weak, not enough to face the rising tide . . .”
I’m cracked open with love and ache every day, sometimes every moment. I’m made raw with weariness. I’m working to show up imperfectly, bringing my broken/whole, weeping/raging, joyful/grieving self to each moment as best as I can.
After enduring ongoing bullying in school, 10-year-old Michaela wrote and delivered a version of this speech in a public speaking competition at her school (Sydney, Australia).
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