Dear World
Sometimes I hold back
Because I don’t believe you want
To let go of your comfortable distractions
And awaken.
And then I feel lonely
Believing you’d rather numb out
Than risk being intimate
With what is most important
And with me.
It feels like rejection.
And it hurts.
So I put my imagination to use
Creating stories
And have become quite the storyteller.
But it’s not enough, is it?
Crafting stories around illusions
And assumptions of smallness:
Yours and mine.
It’s not how I want this life to end.
What vulnerability causes us
To give up so easily on one another
And to be content with this longing
To love and be beloved?
This longing for connection.
Can you see?
The scared, wounded part
Is not in the way.
It is the way
From longing to the belonging
Each of us seeks.
© 2020 Susan Meyer. All rights reserved. You are welcome to share this poem as long as you give proper credit to Susan Meyer and SusanTaraMeyer.com. Susan Meyer is a photographer, writer, and spiritual teacher who lives on the Hudson River in Upstate New York.