How Lovely

I didn’t know loneliness until it hit me with it’s loveliness, 

until I was sitting on the floor of my bathroom, 

cold and wet with the steam from the shower still hugging my body, 

crying slick tears slippery sliding down to my chin, 

incapable of catching my breath incompetent to calm my blood. 

No one prepared me for the water truck coming my way, 

until I was slammed against the steel,

bones crumbled from the pressure of the tank that compressed my body, 

scattered like the shattered windows,

drowning in my darkness deadened by my own insecurities. 

No one hearing my gasps for air or the water filling my lungs

until it was too late - 

I didn’t know loneliness until it hit me with it’s loveliness,

until the ringing of laughter filled my ears, 

the soreness of tight cheeks and widening of my lips, 

the hip shaking hand clapping dance moves, 

became familiar ever-present sticky-note reminders.

No one prepared me for the friendship coming my way, 

until I saw sprouting of springing flowers,

the enriching episodes of creativity that spread throughout my brain,

roots stretching to all spaces empty, 

overwhelmed with the beauty that I am being more than enough.

No one and everyone witnessing the evolution taking place here 

can you see it?