A Long Farewell

An assortment of words have become my friends

Maybe more like lovers

We're quite attached

Suffering

As comfortable as my favorite camping shirt, worn soft with age

Heartbreak

Purple corduroy, with a bleach stain, and a zipper running up the front

Paired with my slip-on rubber boots, the toe melted years ago from

lingering too near the fire

Grief

Words that go by like a parade, waving to get my attention, calling, “pick me, pick me” 

Despair

Stories I can’t seem to get enough of

Eras of life I can’t seem to remember

Regret

Moments along the way when small pieces of my being were left behind

Shame

Trauma

The learnings that repeat themselves, time after time

Judgment

It’s time to let these words go marching by

Ignore their pleas

Send them on their way

Cherished as the loyal guard they have been

Forgiveness

Their intentions were pure, they kept me alive

All have their place in my essence

Appreciation

It’s been liberating to see them in their fullness

As I’ve welcomed them to my writing

Truth

They are all colorful ribbons in the fabric of who I’m becoming

I invite them to be woven into the rich tapestry of my history

Gratitude

As I move forward, practicing new ways of being

A different vocabulary will appear

Freedom

That I will become comfortable with in time

To guide the way

Trust

 

I must simply conclude

A long farewell to some friends