In tough times (especially), I believe we all need to do what moves us. For me sometimes it’s art, sometimes it’s cycling, sometimes it’s writing. (Sometimes all three in one day.) I wrote this because I needed to, for me. Maybe you need to hear it too. Sending love, my friends.
PS – God is She (Full text below)
Pedaling
furiously
I felt as though
Today
I had
become
The wind
I tried to outrun
The Grief
I tried to escape
The Sadness
But
They grew heavier
Pressing against
my ribs
Willing me
to take a deep breath
in
Knowing
I could not
Feel us
They groaned
Feel
Us
Fully
Their wisdom
called out
To my
Knowing
within
Sobs escaped
up my throat
Found freedom
through my mouth
Into the thick
summer air
filled
with the setting sun
She will meet you
here
If you ask
She—
Well,
She already is
here
Don’t you see Her?
I stared in awe
at the
brilliant
sunbeams
Shining through
the trees
With such fierce
ferocity
As if to
scream
How dare you
question
your
Goodness
What is for you
Is
For
You
And what is not
Is
Not
Let go
And sink inward
Where
the only truth
you need
resides
And then move
forward
In your grief
In your questioning
In your audacious light
To
Where
You
Are
Meant
To
Go
– June 26, 2022 ©staceychomiak.com
STACEY CHOMIAK 