The Space Between Us
The s p a c e between us feels vast and close
The distance hard to measure
Where we’re going next frighteningly unknown
Tears run down my face with every push away,
To be held, to be seen, to be loved
I pray for the strength to let myself love you,
Without the need
To get it from you.
Such a gift to feel.
I was a fool to pretend I didn’t need it.
Everybody needs it.
Some spend lifetimes searching
Missing the obvious.
Right in front of their noses.
Some seek it out desperately,
Unaware that this clouds the light.
Let it come to you.
When it comes, feel it,
But don’t hold on too tight
For it is you but it is not yours.
Alexcia Anahata is a medicine worker, space holder and conscious community builder.
Follow her at @Alexcia_anahata