Poetry comes through me sometimes. Surprising me with it's felt sense of clarity. Each word, each line, could stand alone and hold the Truth. I hope you enjoy the magic that poured forth today.

It’s All I Can Do

I hear you, yes

I remember you’ve told me that before

I just don’t fit into the container that you’ve given me

I really tried, I really did

But after contorting myself for so long

In that trying

To make it fit

To make it work

To make me

Your

I’ve hurt myself

Too much

Too much to try anymore

I’m sorry

Because I know

You’ll call me a quitter

But learning how to live

For myself

It’s all that I have left

It’s all

I can do

Some might say that you lied to me

I think you were just scared for me

But I can’t live my life

Through your intentions

Your fear

I have my own fears

I have my own intentions

Those are enough for me

In this lifetime

I’m sorry your safe box of well-meaning

Didn’t work for me

Personally

I’m rather grateful it broke

Spilling out over the sides S

tretching my limbs into the atmosphere beyond

I discovered my true shape

And size

Isn’t box like at all

Having never lived outside

That kind

Confining box

It seemed rather precarious

To be willing to exist

Without it

Beyond it

Moment

By moment

Breath

By breath

Life filled me

With wonder

And curiosity

I became brave

Step By step

And fall

By fall

I got up

Moved forward

Discovered my life

Belongs to me

Summer MacCool

It’s All I Can Do

It’s All I Can Do

Love Along The Way

Yearning