A Girl Trying Things

Like stepping into a glass room —

Sheltered from the elements.

Suddenly I see storms touching down all around me.

It’s sort of eerie, the timing.

But, somehow expected.

I am no longer pressured to understand.

And that is enough. For the first time.

There is a stirring —
Because I know the weight of the storms.

I know their devastation, too personally.

Equal and opposing —
A stillness… because I also know the strength of the spirit.

Let it wash over you…

Let it tear through you.

Someday Kintsugi.

I would say — the glass — it is thick.

Not impenetrable, but arguably close.

I would say — the glass — it is cool.

Not cold, but arguably close.

I would say — the glass — it is clear.

Not crystal, but arguably close…

A Girl Trying Things