Through the Glass Backwards: Poetry of Questions

What does the world look like when you raise your head?
When you look up from the ground, whose eyes will you meet?
Are you willing to see the world around you?
Full of difficulty, shame, beauty, and sunshine
Can you see what could be, underneath the dust?
Can you see the dust and appreciate what it took for its accumulation?
What do you hear when you turn off the music, the negative self-talk tape?
What words rattle through your heart?
What reaches out to be noticed?
How do we sit with our own uncertainty?
In a world that longs for tried and true, well known answers,
How do we sit with what we cannot control, what we cannot know?
What is it you love about how far you’ve come?
What is it you try so desperately to keep changing?
What do you lean into? What do you trust?
Can you sit with what hurts and what doesn’t want to be known?
What fighting do I keep doing and how can I lay down arms?
The inhale, bringing in what I need to survive
The exhale, breathing out what could kill me
Will I trust myself with a single breath?

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