When the worst in you climbs out
pale and slick from a basement of your own making
do you cower and freeze?
Do you move fast as distraction will whip you
toward anything,
anything at all but that?
Do you block the acquaintance with projects-type
fast, cheap, ugly construction,
forcing it into another, though now above ground,
prison?
Who are you in your fullness?
What do you do with the wretched creature who is, also,
you?
What if you stop your steps away from the intolerable,
turn in your terror,
and place a crown on that wretched head?
Even if, at first, it is made of paper
and sags a little.
Because one of gold has yet to be forged.
What would the welcoming of one forced down,
forced out and away,
move like?
At the start,
even a whispered hello
will do.
Until you can both bow
to the darkness in light and soften
toward light
in the dark.
Free.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 
Just BEAUTIFUL. Please at some point put together another book love ❤
Also, can we chat sometime soon? I'm missing you lately.
xo Caitlin
On Fri, Apr 24, 2020 at 9:12 AM Salt, Smoke, and Stone wrote:
> feralpoet posted: “When the worst in you climbs out pale and slick from a > basement of your own making do you cower and freeze? Do you move fast as > distraction will whip you toward anything, anything at all but that? Do you > block the acquaintance with projects-type fa” >