And Love Her Myself [Free Write]

 

I supposed you'd arrive like the feathers do:

Surprising, warm

Laced with a memory and sealed with a 'hello again.'

Like whispers left in a seashell

on the world's longest beach

that I might stumble upon it.

As someone who would walk so far as to discover it,

As only I would perservere,

As only I would face the uncertain tides and merely keep walking

barefoot, on cold sand,

in bracing wind

through all that rained down on me.

I would find the whispers in the shell,

hold it to my ear

then grasp it to me like a precious jewel

before placing it in my pocket to continue on without you anyway.

As the whisper was enough,

as the feathers spoke to me without words,

As the non-needer of certainty I would continue to excel,

Hopeful.

Joy-fuelled somewhere in the future of my battered life.

No. No. No.

I'll take the feather for my cap,

The shell for my crown

and the whispers for a past person,

who was reborn.