It’s not unusual for someone to say something to me like, ‘Leah, I love your honesty. Thank you.’ And I immediately cringe and shrink and feel a familiar discomfort inside, my mind scanning through the catalogue of my life - both past and present - highlighting all the ways - both large and small - in which I have not been, or feel that I am not being, honest.
Is there a position going
for doctor to the world?
If I should ever gain such a position
the very first thing
(and perhaps the only thing)
I should prescribe
Is there anyone who isn't connected to one of these men? They have crossed my path with such frequency. This man has been my brother. He has been my co-worker. He has been the son of more than one of my neighbours. He has been my friend. He has been a story I've followed online. He has been my lover. He has been my neighbour. He has been the brother of my sister's school friend. He has been the brother of my lover. He has been the client of a therapist friend. Everywhere I go, this man is there.
I have come to know
a very precious kind of friend.
She is the one with whom
your whole being
softens and relaxes.
And sadness said,
'Why do you always run, love?'
And she replied,
'I'm afraid that if I stop
we will be bound together forever.'
A tremendous sadness
rolled through my heart one evening
when a blackbird came
to sit close by
I lit a tea-light, plopped it in a little glass ramekin and placed it at my bedside. I flattened my paisley pillow, turned onto my left and watched as the flame, the ramekin’s ridges and the breeze through the skylight worked together to create a nighttime dance of flowing light.
For the very first time
I do no want to change you
only to meet you here
as you are.
I had the privilege of sitting with a beautiful young man in his twenties and listening to some of his struggles. Side by side, I looked at him and he looked straight ahead, with an occasional, brief, and shy sideways glance to meet my eyes.
He shared about the falling away of a relationship, the loss of a connection with a child he cherished deeply, depression, anxiety, eventually losing his job and the difficulty he experienced entering social situations.
I see the sadness in your eyes
and recognise it so profoundly as my own.
That longing for home
but not knowing where or how to look